It’s over. That’s the only thing left to say, the words are there. They have been there for a long time, just hanging in the air above your heads. There are a lot of other words there, hurt, fear, love, but hope is small - or it was the last time you checked, you know you saw it there once. Once it hung with the other words clear and distinct, but now that word is like a memory…you wonder how it disappeared without you noticing, you wonder how many other words have come and gone, been lost in the milieu of life….and now these are next…these last lonely words…..Its over. I am undone.