The damage was done.
That is how it ended.
All for naught, I’m afraid – and still am, as I cower behind today’s copy of Stars & Stripes.
New to these types of things, I read the headline and found that I really am all alone.
I wasn’t sure how the paper even got printed, and with such accurate details and accounts of the events.
But there it was, in bold, upper-case, Helvetica, 72pt; covering the first fifth of the page…
LOOK OUT THE WINDOW!!!
So I looked. As I focused attentions to the scenery, the brilliance of the light made my eyes tear.
Two suns, two waning moons, and the sky, a colour that can’t be explained or described except for
the aura-glow that cast shadows shading beauty on everything.
I’ve no one to share this with!
Not a soul to touch, to dance exhuberantly with.
The voice that came to my sleep last night, told me that I would be at peace,
so then, why do I feel empty and ashamed?
I wasn’t supposed to be this way, drained, weak and spirit-spent.
And I wasn’t supposed to have lived a full, accomplished life,
having never found love.
I guess we do go out the way we came in… damned LIFE…dangling sparkley-things and dropping crumbs along the road.
Always to reach for,
Never to attain.
for T10, The damage was done, prompt.