Spirit tells me that none of my many (too many to count)

Closed doors of relationships that once seemed destined

To last forever, ever existed to close.

How then can I tell illusion from reality?

They are one and the same.

But, I have cried rivers of tears.

Where are they now?

I don’t know.

They’ve been recycled for others to shed.

What purpose did they serve me?

You needed to wallow in self-pity to ease the pain of

Losing another illusion.