2005-10-17 - 5:06 p.m.
Hot tears are sliding down my cheeks as i leave this place i've loved,
this place i've known as home.
How could they not?
The evening air is sickeningly dry,
but thick, and heavy with the added weight of despair,
of desolation.
disaster.
My heart is crying out,
mourning this parting,
this unendurable ending,
and the loss of something grand.
