Dull-edged agony, shattering in crescendos of awareness, cutting me from inside out as I contemplate the silent highways of life without you. I couldn't hold on and you slipped away, or is it I let go, too tired to fight the bitter truth: that I will never grow old with you. Hot rivers pour down my face, my breath is stolen by the dagger of reality, my past come back to haunt me like a taunting restless wraith. The door to my hope of salvation, a modern Mother Mary taken from me as though ordained by God Himself, a fitting punishment for one such as I. The final nail in the coffin of my heart, I move to embrace you and the anguish of your absence crushes the light, burning me icy cold until there is nothing, not even ashes where once sat a little boy sobbing in the dark, crying out to be held, afraid of the shadows he couldn't even see.