It was love at first sight..he thought..
Pure chance. An invitation given... an invitation taken... neither knew where the night would lead. The mood and music shaped the evening filled with light touches, gentle kisses and vows left unfulfilled. With promises of cake and "quick releases", quicker than either ever dreamt, it was gone.
Gone were the Winters bursting with Stars, the Springs blooming with Promise and Summers abundant with Hope. Only the painful, slowly decaying agony of The Fall remains....
He's Got..To..HOLD ON!!!!!!!!!!!! "YOU WILL NOT GO GENTLY!!" he roars... slowly accepting the fading dream as it diminishes into nothingness.