There is nothing left to say...

Sometimes, and you never know just with whom, but you run out of words. Sure there are plenty of things to say and you can waffle on for a lifetime, but when your last words are drawing to a close you know.

You know that each of the few words left must contain something important. That each vowel and consonant must convey your last message perfectly.

There is someone in my life that I can see such an end. I am deeply saddened and my lack of words betray me. She came into my life for a reason, nothing that I can fathom or appreciate properly at this juncture, but nonetheless very important. and, like the 6.10 train from Liverpool station, she is gone, on time or a few minutes late for her next destination. Each moment takes her further away from me. Its not what I want at all, but I am helpless to stop it.

I think I will save my last few words for another time... Obi