The Sometimes Barren Nature of Our Soul

Today I saw a name, and then an image, that took me back 15 years. It wasn't a nice trip, but one I had been waiting for, for quite some time. It was a picture of someone I had once loved, very much. And he had said that he loved me, too. In fact, it had been he, who had pursued me, saying all of the unspeakable things that one longs to hear, and writing verses from his Heart, to mine. And piercing... always, piercing my soul with his Love. But... we were not meant to be. It was always all wrong, the timing was never right. It was short-lived, at best. All these years... all these years... I had wondered where he was... and how he was... then BOOM... there he is, on a friend's list, so unexpected to find. He had changed... as have I... and though it took a moment, I finally knew that it was him. I recognized the mark on his face, and the lips which, once, kissed mine. His eyes wore sunglasses, and I was unable to see where I used to so easily see... but it was him .

All those years of wondering... and now I know. And.. .I wished I'd never ran across his name and face, for it always hurts, the memory of love lost.

And now... what do I do with this. I don't like reliving things, again, that never went right. And yet, it's proven, again and again, in my life... that the Circle keeps on going and coming back around.

So then... where the heck is Tony?

I started the tale of Tony, back at the beginning of my blog. It was called Part 1. I never finished Part 2. Because there were unspeakable things, things that my Heart could not yet share.

And... I wrote about the above guy, too... and he was called Little Feather. Now this is the end of Little Feather. I"m taking back that part of my soul.