some stories end for reasons so peculiar and so individual that there are no parameters for feelings, whomever they might derive from. you, the other. another.

how does one say one's sorry?
for what could have been, for what is now, for what might never be...
that which ceased to be for so many reasons, maybe some unsaid.
forgiveness for the unsaid. it's all that can be asked for. maybe.

how does one circumvent the pain?
the pain of ice.
the pain of absence.
the pain of knowing to be inflicting it.

i do not know.

c