Having left myself open, but not intentionally, just not paying attention, nor heeding lessons from the past. Things taken in the wrong context. Moments stolen and enjoyed before their time. No time for explanations as the days slowly go by. The spoken is now just as painful as the unspoken. No need.... No use... Being in places best not to be in, the heart never quite learns its lesson. The mind watches, a last glimpse at what was, maybe even what could have been. Time dictates the answers so I ask no more questions. The heart finds comfort in that which is familiar. The mind knowing the outcome of such and slowly nudges the heart onward, to let go of "what ifs" or "if onlys".