Tipping Point

Is this the life? The walk by without a word. The hurt, the pain, the anger all neatly put away in a box because to face the truth and the lies will open up a can of worms. When is the tipping point, the final straw?
In many ways it feels like I'm living a double life. I'm putting more time and attention into this life than the mundane. Then again, maybe this says something as to where I'm going in life and what my priorities are. There was a time when I thought I knew it all, believed in the near perfect life. As the days go by now, I find myself questioning the decisions I've made that ultimately got me where I am today.
It's been a learning process to say the least. For that reason alone, a large part of me is thankful. I was given a second chance at a life I had walked away from years ago and for a brief period it was perfect. But, now as I ponder those choices I realize I was wrong. Are all second chances doomed or is there the possibility of greatness?
I contemplate the end and it's still like a fresh cut. The mystery kills me. The unspoken has become the lasting token of a life once lived. I already know why, but I don't really understand the word itself.
We once were so beautiful together. There were a lifetime of memories and then day-by-day the happiness bleed out and all that remained was an empty, resentful soul.
If only we had walked again in the height of bliss. Then, maybe the ending wouldn't have been so painful.
Kate