Foolish Fantasy

Rain…..
Face pressed to window
tears
unseen
watching for headlights
straining to hear
knowing you are not to come.
Days grey
sodden wool
walking zombie
bitter pill.
Warned I was
tuck
run
do not look back
only hurt I would be.
Foolish woman
I should have heeded
my own inner voice
the one screaming
begging
for me to flee.
Deep down
I knew
before we even met
how hard I would fall
how I would regret
giving over my heart
to someone with no trust.
Faith.
I had…..
Disappointed
I am…..
Forward
backwards
time will always ebb & flow.
©March 6/20
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