The inevitable

There comes a time when you know that the loss is real.

There was yesterday. Yesterday when I walked back to see the reality, when I sat close to you, my hand against the stone, and remembered.
My tears fell, and I marked the sign of the cross with my tears and I sat for some time and remembered, and knew.
I didn't want to leave you there, but in the end, I had to, and so I said goodbye, and the words became a reality, the one I had been avoiding so long, and I walked away from you in the gathering dark, to go on living as best I could.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y28fyO0JreA