I weep to Saint-Saëns

I sit watching the cello being plucked and my mind drifts off. Suddenly I am weeping and just can't stop. Today has been hard. Re-examining how you have just cut me off. I know nothing of you, but you follow me online as I pour myself out. Or have you unfollowed, I know not.

Nyanga looms, it will be a blessing and a curse. So much of it will remind me of you. But escape I must and I need to create new memories of my own. But oh, my heart is sore. I am not ready to end, not wanting this, it is your wish, your wish alone. And I must bow and let my heart inwardly bleed, a death to what I thought was happiness to what has given way to agony. I did not know the heart could heart so.