For you, my love

Memories of someone you pined for keep your company a lifetime. They keep on bobbing up their heads awhile to let you relive the pain you once bore silently, stoically. That girl who met me at the shop, out of compulsion married someone else. I thought that she had gone out of my life but she came back. I did help her lead a respectful life but my wife came in the way and I could not do much except express my sympathy. Honestly, I genuinely wished to help her but my hands were tied down. The woman with her child left the town. She met me once again when my wife deserted me and I was a psychic wreck. My shop, too. was not doing well. The economic glide down forced me to put it up for sale. When I recovered, the truth hit me that she had helped me immeasurably. She didn't know that by so doing she had put me in a situation where my forgotten wound had reopened. I could not fathom how I could repay the debt I owed her. But in such matters Providence helps. I got an opportunity to redeem the commitment and for that I had had to place my life at stake. I thanked the economic debacle. I was happy that I was getting rid of my shop. But events so moved that I had once again to cling to it. True, I failed in doing away with my last piece of worldly attachment. I regret I could not rise up to Buddha's commandment.