If there were a day to run away. This Monday would be that day. It all started out so good and sweet and promises of a chance to meet. Proper planning does not exist and just as sure, there goes my bliss. To take a glimpse of this days gone by. All one can do is sit and cry. A friend is lying in a state unknown, his wife is angry, thinking he will soon be gone. My heart is breaking for this love to end. Surely, it will not end today, surely there will be time to mend. He told his son that I am here, with love and kindness and always near. Big day, One would usually say but oh no, just not today. Only not today.