Since Jim went away, she'd never speak again. And with nothing left to say, cut the tongue out of her mouth. With no attempt to save her body she thought of him and the lights grew dim in the hall.

Jim returned in the fall. With a brand new start and a change of heart when we told him all that was left in the hall. He didn't want her to die, he'd really gone and messed things up this time.

When nothing eased the pain on the coldest days of winter. The fog that lined the bay seemed to follow him around. He couldn't help but feel so sorry to be without. He'd cry out loud in the pouring rain.

In the days before he could never have been sure that the hardest nights lay in store. As a volunteer he will relive all those fears. As a volunteer.

What we left in the hall was an empty shell and and something in us kind of died as well. I guess there's not much left to tell. Life's a curse all along when you never know what's good until it's gone.