50 DAYS

why do we constantly set ourselves up for disappointment? do we never really learn or does the heart simply not grow weary?
countless are the times that i have gotten my hopes raised high only to have them crushed into a millions of minute pieces and trampled upon.
indeed today is indeed one of those days.
50 days past, no more no less since i watched you walking away from behind bars, calling out your name yet eliciting no reaction. straight on you walked.
50 days i have tried to let you know that she needs you, hoping that it would appeal to the better person in you.
50 days i tried to reach out, to bridge what is left of the connection between flesh and blood,
yet countless days i have spent covering up and making stories that are far from reality.
countless nights have i spent wiping tears and assuring that i alone was enough.
50 days have passed, thrice she has seen you but it has never been enough.
50 days past and it is crystal that you have time to invest in the company of others, yet not hers.
50 days past with you giving warm embraces to everybody but her.
was it too much to ask for but a few hours in those 50 days?
for even in her sleep she calls out your name
perhaps it has been too much from the beginning
for we can never force something on somebody who never wanted it from the start.