The End of a Dream that had Only Just Begun These tears running down my streaked face will dry up but my love for you never will. I love the rain, because with it come the grey skies that I wear like an old sweatshirt Kambera Says "Goodbye"
The memories, like shadows, have proven inescapable On the Road Must it be?
-Immortal Beloved
Somehow, alas, (s)he fell in love,
And was sold into slavery.
-DH Lawrence