Love makes people different.
It made me go crazy.
I gave her my heart,
my soul, and my life.
And when she ended it,
I died inside.
Expressions of love
had been scheduled for her
long before the finality.
Flowers, gifts, cards.
None can be cancelled.
Business doesn't care
that something wonderful is over.
She will receive these tokens
for a little while
like letters from a dead man.
Maybe she will cry,
maybe she will smile,
maybe she will throw them in the trash.
But it doesn't matter.
After the loss of loved ones,
the pieces are picked up
and the business of life goes on,
not caring that something wonderful is
over.
Reprinted
from
"Surrendering to the futilities that make a man crazy"
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