break-ups had never been easy, and perhaps never will be, with the myriad of emotions one experiences: anger, hurt, relief, fear, unfairness, indignance, loss, sadness, pity - just to name a few.
it is then that friends are important, and being guys, we made jokes out of solemn matters and we laughed.
laugh we did, yet the laughter could not reach the eyes, and sorrowful eyes betrayed the mask of glee. but for a moment, the mind was deceived, and pain was forgotten. for a moment.
indeed memories are the very bane of those hurting. for choose not we can the memories that we wish to keep; the mind has a mind of its own, and thus the heart pays.
hope too, of a fading fire of but glowing embers and white ashes re-kindled.
and nights now seem darker, quieter, longer and altogether more evil for the very darkness, quiet and length encourages pondering, reminiscence and hope.
it there no escape?
yes, i answered, be it a month or two or a year, which seem short - but long - yet long - but short - there is a resolution from this labyrinth, though hard it may be to picture the exit from inside the maze.