Joecities

I'd really believe there was more relief than sorrow but somehow, there's no stopping the tears. They found the escape route, sometimes choosing to trickle through it, sometimes bursting forth as would water breaks a dam. And the piercing pain would subside for a little while after the release but always coming back when you realise, once again, you are really saying goodbye for the last time. And you start to regret. Hating yourself for not having done more. Not saying the things you ought to when you had the chance. And not treasuring what you had when you had it.

It's all too late now.