Something ended tonight.
I want to stand beside a woman and her child.
I will never stand beside a woman and her child.
The woman is my beloved.
The child is of me.
None of this is true.
I have been forsaken.
Soon, tomorrow, I will be a soldier
And gone will be the luxury of want.
There is no woman.
There is no child.
I am no longer.
There is light here, enough to see,
But not enough for joy.
✖ From the Novel, Orchard Park and Other Works