You left … without saying goodbye, as i sat at the metaphoric alter of our love, broken to shards by your cowardness. Mistakes and stupidity are always forgiveable, even when the damages run deep. Cowardness never fades. It immortalizes itself in memory – and wears the smile of the person who was your only hope. Hope. That word again. Hope died in a dusty corner of Cape Town amidst the summer skies and holiday decor and santa saying ho, ho, fucking ho. Resonating your own abuse of me that would scar my soul forever.