The End

Did you know, this morning I woke

up with a feeling that you had ignored me all my life, even when

you did not know me. You did not really care, and now

you…and now you. And now,

somebody had got to pick up the pieces. It would be

funny, if it were not tragic. But then, everyone

found humor in every Chaplin fall. I will

not be as classy, but you get the idea. Tomorrow

I will leave, and you will come to terms with it, as

will I. Did you care that Batman almost died, and that

silences stretched beyond what we thought possible, and that

the usual things we complained about would, in the end, turn

out to define us? I missed you thrice, in the silence of the night; I

woke up, and called out your name and found silence. I am gone, and

this is the first time you will deal with my absence. How? I

do not know, and, if you ask me, I don’t really

care. There has been a corrosion of love; this soul

no longer cares, and Fare You Well.