There was a time for us. I haven't written about you in a while. There was a time when I wrote about you every day. I missed you. Now, I just want someone to hug. You don't hug me. You haven't hugged me in a long time.
There was a time when you hated people. You hated them for me and for my honor. You said that they disrespected me and you didn't like them for it. I was proud and happy and content with you and you alone. I was happy to have someone so devoted to me. Someone to ring my cause before I knew I had one.
I still have people that ring my cause. People that stand up for me and hate on my behalf. It is different now because they hate you. They hate you for what you did to me. For what you said. For the year of grieving that you did not deserve. They hate you and you will never be welcomed back to my cause. I vetoed your exile. I tried to leave the door open for your return. They came back with a super majority. The override came swiftly. You don't want back and they don't want you back. I am the only one left to notice.
We look for another. I look for another but there is this torch in the way. I use to put it out to you. In letters and stories its light shown through. It has been a long time since then. It is out and gone. I swear that I carry it no more. Yet, the spots where I left it burning are sore. The photos in the chapel are torn and the placemat I sat for you is scorn. There are burn marks all over me. The torch left but what it touched may never leave. With shouting and force my head defies the source. I'm left in a hole. A miserable bowl and my cloths are covered with slashes.
Another will come. She'll find the stains and what's done. Then, help me clear out all your ashes.