Lost~

I am there in whatever fashion I may be at the time holding him tightly.  My arms eventually give way to tears of departure.  The going to is always easier than the leaving from.  This is where the problem lies.  Tears swell and exit creating warped vision as my mind races to come up with quick fixes.  How does one fix that which is not truly broken?  What remedy can aid the heart that hurts not so from malady?  None I say!  None.  How then dear one shall we fix this?  Hum.  We three watchers may tellest thee, but thou must pay heed and know thy deeds. ~ Maggie ~ August 2, 2010 @ 11:32 p.m. EST