BREAKING THE STRIDE

I think of home all the time. Not really missing it but its like looking at a tree which was in ur backyard all ur childhood and its not there in ur new house.. u miss it...
I think of things i lost in time. Listenig to old songs.. Faces passing in front of my closed eyes. In my long days at work amongst the countless stairs i climb everyday, among my new found losses and victories i miss those old events of my past.. Wondering what i cud have done different, or if i wud do any different??
Amongst my busy days i still get the sunrises and sunsets.. sunrises are genreally hurried.. me rushing to get a coffee.. sunsets are more troubled.. after a long tiring day u need a smile to smile upon, a hand to hold, an unspoken word of love..
I think of the promises i shud have made and the unspoken ones i made but never talked about. The times i failed myself more than i failed u. Scary are the thoughts of times when i know i will fail u.. THis is who i am. Will u let me go after u know i will be there.. deah of a flower doesn kill the garden, fall of a raindrop doesn cause a flood.
I have been scared, i admit of the failures that i have i opened my eyes when i was kissing hoping ur werent open.. It drives me insane. What would i do, what cud i do..
The times are different but the moon takes good fortnight from no moon to full moon..
So either i burn myself like the sun or shine like the moon and light up ur dark eveings some nights more than others..
Please dont treat this as some loveballad.. love is not constraint to two people..
Its the old tree i miss, the shade or likes of it..