Coffee Shop Sessions

After years of courage
to see it through,
to do all I could,
to abate the elaborate suffering,
I took a stand,
slid it off,
and watched
as it fell away–

all that was bound,
all that led up to it,
all that was promised,
fell away in an instant.

Was it meant to be,
is anything ever?
Or it all happens to be
until it isn’t?

I used to be somebody
bound to nothing but the hope
of a future, happy me.

I’m still out there looking for her
as I watch time steal me away from me.