Pig Iron

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
- - - -W. H. Auden

That which has come to pass has passed, and knowing what I know now can not change it. Still, my soul, my heart, every fiber of my being cries out for that which is gone...and will find a way to bring him back.