It's a no go for Y.O.L.O....

Some time ago an 'ex' of mine asked me "why didn't you come back?"

As I was wondering what she could possibly mean ( I'd only known her a couple of weeks)

an unbidden memory flooded my mind's eye..... as clear as any remembering I have ever had. 

There I was sat under that stunted Birch tree.  Facing two young men in clothing straight from a period drama and I was pleading with them to leave. I had no need to look to my gut as I already knew what I would see once my gaze rested there. I was gut ripped and my life was seeping away through the cloth that bound me tight and that had once formed a part of my clothing.

I remembered leaving on a sunny summers day and telling my wife and children I would be back later...... I guess one of those scrappy kids was now the person who just asked why I hadn't kept my word to her.

Am I just blessed with a very quick and vivid imagination or had I really been forced to relive the end of a past life? All I know is it felt very real to me in that moment of time as did the tears it forced me to shed as I felt the deep loss I was feeling as those men did as bid and turned and ran away from me leaving to to bleed out whilst I looked on the small lake in front of me.

I'll tell you one thing I do know .I never want to feel that pain ever again!