That was it the **** bit where love ends where promises are broken where kisses freeze on cheeks or lips.
That was it the tough bit where cancer creeps spider like or slithers through limbs as snakes through grass and you die.
That was it the hard bit where suffering outweighs the scales of prayers and the child cries for a loss up the tall stairs.
That was it the crucifying bit the nails hammered in the cross of flesh and bones the heart plundered for feelings and sense the last farewell no recompense.