Heavy Gestures

We often wish what is was not,
But what will be will always be.
We just cannot change that.
Sometimes the heart feels an incredible ache,
from having to stomach something that has no explanation.
Days carry moments that sting and burn,
when we yearn for a breath of fresh air and things to go right.
The night is so still and the air is sour.
Hours passing by, inside I feel blank.
Ashamed that I get so mad and allow myself to care so much.
Touched by glimpses and gestures that I've given far too much weight.
Afraid I've shared too much.
Enough I am not, clearly.
Merely a lonely heart sitting in the dark waiting.
Always waiting.
Making me sad...only I am at fault for letting myself care.
Dare to be brave. To change and start over.
Another day shall come and go and with it I know I will live on.
Gone are so many and more shall disappear with years.
These tears, salty and bitter, are from my heart.
Partly from you.
Mostly from me.