Feeling the Leaving
In that moment it was as if I was floating outside looking down on myself. The pallid light from moon that shone down from the cold, dark, early December morning sky gently kissed my face. And my face, cold and pale, as if all the hope of an earlier time had flowed out like blood, dripped from my chin and collected in tiny pools on the ground under which I sat. How I wish I could have brought forth some kind of an emotion - love, hatred, sadness, loss or loneliness. But in that moment there truly was nothing left.
