A kiss before dying

The sun valiantly shines through the shuttered and slated windows with a brilliance that can dazzle unprotected eyes. Yet the beams carry no warmth at all, for the emptiness of the rooms are cold, sterile and pointlessly still hold on to a fading luminescence of peeling pale blues.
The large house lies empty as you gaze longingly upon the entrance hall for perhaps that last time. You may remember how welcoming it was as you rushed in through the door to escape a sudden rainstorm or just back home after such long hours of work. But that was so long ago now!
Even those past conversations and echo's of children's laughter imprinted into the fibre no longer reverberate in there.
This is the paradoxical burning of raw ice upon your skin, this is the safety you felt within the lull of a storm. This is the moment of silence in the movie as the musical score builds to a crescendo and then...........

This is the moment of a goodbye kiss.
Perhaps he knew it and you wondered as this one seemed long and intense and unusual. Perhaps no one knew and just the memory of it, knowing only now that it was the last one makes it so much more than it really was. Perhaps I knew it even then and fooled myself. The kiss is but a memory and the memory is as an autumn leaf upon the November winds.

The door is closed for the last time and the house is behind me. I want to look back, it calls to me like a spurned lover begging forgiveness and more chances to make amends, but I cannot look back, not now! If I look back I know that I will wonder if I can really walk away?
Finality
Before me lies a war torn, weary and blood soaked battlefield.
The decaying and the dead litter it like forgotten confetti about an abandoned wedding venue and the bitter wind blows it any which way without design or purpose. A randomness that devalues the past order of things.
It is with a heavy and failing heart that I realise that fallen comrades will no longer speak to me, no more laughter or tears they will share with me. They are gone forever and I am left alone, so dreadfully alone.
Sightless eyes upon me see nothing
What use then the emblems and ensigns of regiment now?
The flag has been burned and a blacked rag has become cinders to the wind.
The pages of all that I knew are to be re-written tomorrow and what use are tears that sodden the naked Earth upon which I walk.

There are none spared, whether beggar or noble for each will breath the putrid airs blown from the unhinged doors of hell. The vile will dance upon the graves of those who believed they were spared this fate and died yesterday.
Those born tomorrow are ushered into the uniform of indignant patriotism and asked to die for a lie and in time they to will fall to the beat of a threshing timpani and a crooked smile.
Why rush you all to broken temples? Have none of you ever realised that they, like the wars you gave me are the folly that is an unruled soul.
You sadden me as you hold on to values that crumble into the harsh dawn. It was never about love! It was about what we would do to hold on to it. What did we fight for and what made us yield?

Without turning around, I know that house is behind me. The future is merciless. Hold onto dreams but understand that as we grow dreams are outgrown too!
You will fall behind me!
I will not look back
Tomorrow has a new smile, I can hope for that.