Where are all the joys of yesterday?. Where, now, is the happiness and laughter that we shared?. Gone, like our childhood dreams, aspirations and beliefs --.
Time has come between us:. in the passing months I've felt you slip away. as your words and mine came like nursery rhymes. till there was nothing left to say..
With my face drained of colour. and my brain of blood. like Billy Budd. I'm lashed to the grating;. with senses growing duller. and with quaking heart.