The mind wonders as thoughts collects stacks of data. Therein my brain is similar to a computer calculating, rebuilding, compiling, redacted personal information. Meanwhile, thoughts become alive when remembering the past, there are signs of regret in my eyes. My soulmate got away, slipping through the cracks of yesterday. I can recall the exact moment. The specific time. And the weather condition. Because that moment was extremely unkind. She had the qualities of an unobtainable masterpiece. With a beautiful silhouette, irresistible lines, not to mention curvy considerations of herself. She was extremely intelligent and could match wit with anyone, she was clever, remarkable, sharing an enlightened experience always Into a circle using a square, trying to make sense. Actually, that didn't happen. It's the imagination adding flair to an experience that was painfully obvious. Again in the solitude of my existence I remember her fondly. Her memories for me has the element of breathing. My life will never be the same. Regrets left an invisible stain. However, I am grateful for the experiences she and I had together. My tear ducks are empty, only the pain of missing her is noticeable on my face. At that exact moment, there was. Love beyond measure.
© Daniel Mason