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And with his final good-bye to his love, so long after her death.
He then reached into his worn, ragged pocket and with his dirty and soiled hands he
pulled out his wallet.
A possession he no longer had the need for in this unruly and dead world.
He slowly and gently opened it and within it lay the only possession it carried inside.
A picture of her loving face.
A reminder of what once was.
He leaned far over the edge of the looming, empty causeway and looked down in the
dark nothingness that lay below him.
He once again longingly looked at the picture of the woman he had once loved and
slowly his grasp on the wallet loosened and finally the wallet fell to the bottom of what
As it fell he slowly felt himself breaking free from the bond that once was there but had
died long ago.
And lastly he reached to his hand where a dimmed gold ring sat upon his withered
He gently twisted it off, and in a movement that felt as if he were dipping his hand in
molasses, he laid the ring tenderly upon the edge of the causeway.
With resentment and regret he pushed the ring off the edge, trying to forever banish
her from his mind.
The he looked upon the darkened ashy sky, and with such weight upon his soul and
heart he turned towards the long road ahead of him and walked on into the
nothingness that was to be his life.