Privates - Part I



She felt like bringing wine, or ice-cream, over to see him.



If she was given the chance again, she'd want to love him.



In the meantime, she was still mourning for the loss - Lazarus.



Perhaps not tonight. It's raining, and someone's waiting lovingly for her.







Part II



It was for all the wrong reasons. A visit would be most wrongfully unbecoming. How could it be done in a guilt-free manner?



Tears started to form in her aged heart. Aged not by time, but by the ins and outs with her men.



She imagined the scene when, in yet another time, loneliness would occur - because he was leaving. Rucksack on his back, he turned and went.