Be near me when my light is low,
When the blood creeps, and the nerves prick
And tingle; and the heart is sick,
And all the wheels of Being slow.
Be near me when the sensuous frame
Is rack'd with pangs that conquer trust;
And Time, a maniac scattering dust,
And Life, a Fury slinging flame.

Be near me when my faith is dry,
And men the flies of latter spring,
That lay their eggs, and sting and sing
And weave their petty cells and die.
Be near me when I fade away,

To point the term of human strife,
And on the low dark verge of life
The twilight of eternal day.

Lord Alfred Tennyson

I had a chat with a friend a few days ago. "Neglected" was what she was feeling - they say that loneliness is the most painful of human emotions. I suppose the pain of being absent works two ways - for both the absent and the one left there to pick up the mess. Its even sadder when both parties have abandoned hope. Yet we do it. Yet life works that way for us - we simply leave when its too much, or too little. We give up.

And for that I'm sorry.