The pain comes in waves. Like the ocean shore. Sweeping across me. Like water to sand. This is an autumn night. Not a lovely sight. It is cold on the outside. Inside myself is the warmth you provide. I don't want to leave. You know I can't stay. But I'm sure you can see. It has to be this way. I will return. Will I be the same?. Will your feeling still remain?. As sure as night turns into day. We will find a way.