2 birds, one stone.

I sit here, blank stare and numb at my computer screen this morning. There don't seem to be enough tears left in my soul to cry.

But one always finds itself streaming down my cheek to pith my chin.

A spark dissolved to an ember, and remains barely heated until the last whiff of smoke lessens and disappears.

This really isn't how I thought it would end but in essence it's in goodwill, and it's understood. That doesn't mean I can't have the right to feel the way I do right now. I keep telling myself that good-bye is forever, but then, there's really no other way to say it, is there? I just wish I'd have had the opportunity to say at least a heartfelt good-bye if any was to be said at all.

Thanks in the most sincerest form, and godspeed good friend.

R.I.P Tom