The Storm

[Zen]

I can think of a thousand words that rhyme, none of them good. None of them expresses what I'm feeling. You'd think some of them would.
I saw her last weekend. Her hair was shorter than I remember. She left me awhile back, a cold morning in December.
We were arguing over nothing, seems that's all we ever did. She busted through the door to leave. She hasn't saw me since.
I walked up to her forcing a smile across my face. She turned my way, and my eyes caught her gaze.
We both said hey and talked through the awkwardness. She was about to walk away, "what've you gotten outta all of this?"
The question stopped her. "What do you mean?" Her face said it all, I was nothing but grief.
"Nothing," I said. "It was good to see you." I walked away first. I felt I needed to.
Then I realized I'm still in that same mindset. Still trying to win...
I always needed the last word, always right to the end.
I heard she got engaged in July. Some tall, lanky blonde asshole. I always hated them guys.
Jesus, tears fill my face from my eyes. I'm all alone, chained to my pride. I went on a walk thinking on my life. At first I thought of ways to try and make her mine. That wouldn't happen. Give it a break. I sighed.
The weather was warm as thunder roared in the distance. I watched the clouds roll for more than a minute. It calmed me, as beautiful a storm ever witnessed...but the silence that followed, that chorus of existence. Nothing more.

Zen.

Bliss.