It was the only thing left to hold, when the world went white and cold. It was warm up until the exact moment, it was impossible to hold it. Historically sold down the river so wide, grasped by the ocean and tossed out by the tide. If only answers were as easily given as lies, if only truth could flow as easily as the tears from those eyes. I won’t hurt you, won’t hurt anyone, but as always that’s much easier said, than done. Words are worthless and solve not a thing, but I would end my life for the chance to hear you sing. Smile struck across a goddesses face, wind blown hair thrown wild through the chase. The summer night and the magic in the air, the scent of rain, completely lost in a stare. A faded memory outlined in crimson red, lost in the realm where things go to die, left unsaid.