There is not much to say. It is done. This is the outcome. Next is what awaits our making. Words may be of little assistance; except to make it plain. It was real. Wonderful once. To be so alive. The world in full flower, coloured by us. We ache today for good reason. In time, I am told, these pains will fade, perhaps to grateful sighs. To something. Not this.

In the end, forever thankful, and goodbye.