Memorial
He's missing a piece of himself - the girl who held it is gone. Today he lowered his eyes and showed us the barren spot, with scarcely hidden tears and a falsely strong voice. Later in his slow movements, we saw his pain ... that gaping hole in him had been scraped at to preserve and present any scrap of her he could still find. Before all of us, he tremblingly held out empty hands full of her - behind his face, he guarded the most precious parts: things no one but they knew ... things no one but he could speak of, now that she's gone.