"The Tear"

I see her before me.
Dressed in white. her gown an amazing color of white.
The silk so soft, her eyes warm to me and she beseeches me to kneel before her.
As I do the high cleric smiles, whispers words only to me, and her blessing falls upon my brow.
It warms me and brings me back to life momentarily
A hole exists, a void.
Even with the blessing of her god I am not complete.
Behind me looms a shadow, a presense, something familiar, something safe, spmething wonderous
It is that part of me that was left behind
It is that missing piece that may never again be a part of me.
The cleric looks at me warmly.
Her eyes sad, a tear falls.
She understands and prays again.