Ugh

Why is it that I have to be the bigger person? I don't give you back handed compliments. I try to always be positive with you. I don't rain on your parade. I purposely don't engage you in topics I know will cause an argument. I've forgiven bad behavior. I've let go of hurt feelings. I have overlooked selfish attitudes and rude comments. A thousand forced smiles... a hundred and one bitten tongues.
...And yet,  I am the one who should be the bigger person. The one who should make more allowances for your poor behavior...
...and you wonder why I simply no longer care to engage.

Brightly colored green pokes up between the gravel. Weeds and grass are slowly reclaiming the tracks through the forest floor. Gleaming steel of the tracks has long since paled and dulled... matching the color of the earth around. Hiding a path that once was. A path to somewhere new- a second chance at a new start... Hope... A path home, after being gone for far too long... Comfort returned... The once strong and steady wheels that carried those folks on their journey,  have slowed,  then stopped and hardened into place. Never to move again. The red rust makes sure of that. The carriages- once cozy and grand- are now naught but a skeleton. The grandeur scavenged, and a shell of what once was,  left to crumble under nature's wrath.  Faded memories of the past.