Point of no return

If I really wanted to know the reasons ,
I could stay back and analyse them,
one by one .
Now that I have left it all,
it is difficult to return .
No reasons , no excuses ,
not even a need to find out why ?
A cloud that has passed
without the promised rains;
lost somewhere in the skies.
Point of no returns
that develop in every story ,
this way , told or untold.
With time running away
and so much of it just wasted .
No one remembers how ,
nothing matters,
when the break happens .
Ever so silently, along the banks
of the flowing river.