Lost In Time

My love, where are you now? Have you found rest, or do you suffer, as I do, somewhere amongst the ruins? If only we hadn't parted. No, I could not wish that on you. It is better to think that in the end, you found the peace that I was denied, that you did not escape the holocaust that devastated the planet.

Why did you have to spend that day away from me? In over a hundred years we did not spend more then a handful of days apart. How could this have happened to us? After the world ended, I searched for you. I went to all of our favorite places. If you live, then you know that I did not find you. But I tried, my love, I tried. I can not bear to think of you trapped somewhere, being consumed by the hunger that you can never feed...No!, I prefer to think you were spared my fate.

My only hope of escaping this hunger, lies with the Sun. If I could expose myself to it, then I could die. But even that is denied to me. Will this nuclear winter never end? Will the Sun, that I lived in fear of for so long, once again caress me and send me to oblivion?

I don't know. Rummaging through what is left of the world libraries, I have found that man knew little about nuclear disaster. Some accounts said that the winter would last for a year, others that it would not happen. It has been two years, and still the winter has not broken. The Sun refuses to shine. Two years without sustenance. Agony beyond mortal comprehension. And so, as it must be, I think of you, as I await a dawn that may never come.