There is no way another can understand except the two who were meant to be as one.
Perhaps a stranger can look on and believe that they could have done better.
A friend can pray that the ending will not come but instead a wake up call for a new beginning.
Nothing was all bad but the bad starts to cloud over the good.
Clarity is a thing of the past and confusion consumes their minds.
There is no energy for arguments as it has all been said.
The hopes, the dreams for the tomorrows slide away as if quicksand is at their feet.
Photos become painful memories of the unbearable loss ahead.
The next appointments with the pastor and therapist are cancelled.
The reality of each day becomes like a storm that doesn’t end.
Family and friends start to distance to avoid being in the middle.
Then one says what the other cannot. Goodbye.
The door closes and the sound that was so familiar takes on a new meaning.
Endings – if you have been there you know.
The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit.
Psalm 34: 18