Fighting Shadows

Fighting Shadows..

Staring sightlessly out of the window, at the dancing lights in the traffic, she wonders at the hopelessness of it all.

How it could be that HE could come galloping out if the mists of the past on HIS proverbial white horse ,and with one smile, a slight cocking of HIS head or clasping of HIS left hand on hers in their long- held secret greeting, instantly throw her into a state of 'distress' - while the chinks in HIS armour rapidly and mysteriously fade.

And perhaps sensing that he was losing her,he places his hand on her knee and tells her he loves her-his futile attempt at drawing her out of her reverie... he cant see them, but is nevertheless aware of their existence.The shadows in her mind.

She turns her head and gazes into his face- so earnest. his endearments so sincere .She cant help but feel something akin to sympathy for him. For despite all his good intentions, she is acutely aware the he will never be like 'HIM.'

he doesn't know, and will never understand..

Its like venom, snaking its way through her veins to the very chambers of her heart, corrupting even the best of her affections for anyone else.

So simple.

So tragic.

There are few things in life more distressing than loving someone who's not good for you.