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.