In Search Of Forever

The storm has blown over. As I sit staring at the grey sky above the emptiness within me is overbearing. The city's skyline is like a haunting shadow of my past. Life itself seems like a picture devoid of the Creator's colours.

Is PAIN the only TRUTH? In the distance I can hear the faint strains of melancholy singing –

“My red rose has turned to white,

How must I live?
How must I fight?

From these eyes you take the light,
How must I see?
How must I write?”

Was it Fate? Destiny? Or was it just me – besotted by Love that never was …
The incessant ringing of the telephone interrupts my thoughts. With trembling hands I reach for the receiver. Why am I afraid? Afraid to hear the voice of the one I love? Or afraid to know that it shall never be her again…