The Whine Of Decades., Skt stuff again. Options

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I held a candle up to my face, and in some sense it illuminated my soul, like a moth to a porch light.
She held her stance well, but between her and the cold air I could sense something was wrong.
"Precious time we waste, standing her, not enjoying what could have been ours."
I silently held in my goodbye, but offered her a hug as a parting gift, she turned to face the dark.
Her shadow crept out at me, and in this dark I found the truth.
The cup wasn't only just half full, but it had been drank. It was now empty.

How I longed to fill that cup.

Although the cold as described before, held a boundary between me and her
we kept our own well, and continued to pretend what this wasn't, and what it was we were avoiding for some time.
i'll miss her, if only my transmissions weren't so garbled i could set things straight.
if only.