Shadow of a Valentine

At best, my slice of the current thousand years of past and developing history is miniscule. In my portion of that millennium, there are 38 years I have loved you.

My pledge to "...love you forever...." has been neither chore nor much of an effort.

As with all things good, there is never enough time.

Among the innermost secrets we've held in each others' keeping is that singular reason you needed to leave in order to fulfill the only something I could never give you.

The love for you I had, I still have...and with enough sustenance for this and the next thousand years, despite what it took to heal enough for awakening in each new day only to trudge on without you.