In Memmory Of
Lucid Lady
He sat in darkness. His head buried deep within his hands. He had
cried. He had cried so hard and so long, his eyes baring the marks to prove it.
She was gone. His heart was torn apart. The grief threatened to consume him.
There was a hole where she had once lived in his heart. He wanted to be whole
again. He longed for it, but he knew that he wouldn�t be. Maybe he never would
be again.
He longed for her. He longed to hold her, to love her.
But she wasn�t there. There was only a hole, a huge gaping crevice that had
once been her.
She had been his first love. And maybe now she would be his last. He did not
know if he could go on. Physically, yes he would, but in spirit, he wasn�t so
sure.
