Aftermath of Love

WineNSarcasm:
Looking back, you try to make sense of it all
only to find there is none.
One question leads to two...or three
It becomes an endless search of whys and wherefores and what went wrong
And then.
Thank God the sobbing is over !
Those days and nights of heart-wrenching, lose-your-soul agony
you thought would never end.
Finally, dwindling to a more refined stoic,
fake-it-through-the-day existence
that serves you well
until you're ready to drift off to sleep.
But no more volcanos erupt forth from your soul
with the force and anger and explosion of pain and grief that were,
long ago, so unbearable...
And no more fighting with the Fates.
No more bargains.
No more pleas.
They are an uncaring lot...these Fates;
for they care not of your emotions or anger or grief.
They only know of what is.
And there they stand, as sentrys on guard,
to protect that which is
and to make sure it remains as such.
Time has now reached for your hand and leads you onward
and, of course, you must follow.
You will learn that time has a lot to offer.....