Mourn.

My heart is aching for something, though I don't even know what. The unknown possibility, the life I did not lead, the hope crushed on my sleeve.

If I close my eyes, I can picture a scene. A tall, lean build, laughter in his eyes, a dark blue sweater that fits him to perfection, dark jeans and a smile. I run into his arms, and I'm engulfed. I can feel his joy in the rumble of his chest against my face, the ways his arms tighten around me. I don't know who he is, but his eyes are the deepest, darkest color of the rainbow, rich and vibrantly hued.

Another unanswered prayer. A road that may have been, if one choice years ago had not been made, and my heart aches for its possibilities.

A world I'll never see, a life I'll never know. Winter in spring, and summer in fall. Autumn leaves torn from their grave and sprinkled over the snow. A smile, a laugh, and a promise. A sweet song of love and a kiss.

Be Ok - Ingrid Michaelson
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HeD86IT1Gl4
Valley Winter Song - Fountains of Wayne
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P9UXk1CXrUg