Old acquaintances ask, "how are you and the lovely lady?" What do I say? How do I answer questions that spear the heart? Like me, none understand why. How could our tale end? All stand shocked. All recognize the tragedy. Not just for us but what it means to humanity for us to fail. We were more than a symbol of hope. We shone. The fire in our hearts burned with unabated love. And now? I am the husk of hope. A relic of crushed dreams.
I pity those who ask questions. They do not know what they unleash.
I pity those who ask questions. They do not know what they unleash.