I want to hide.
I want to tuck my tail neatly between my legs and run.
But I cannot.
It is too late for anything that cowardly.
The blow has already landed,
the wound has already been made.
Were I one for grand tragedy
I would tell you that my soul was cut asunder by two soft lips,
that my heart was broken by the same.

But I am not.

I am only a man, sad for the loss of a friend in the ecstasy of a moment.

AcB 11.2.00