where it all began, my hell... without... him.

 

The same year, I lost my unknown husband to the battalion.
My father, my spiritual shoulder, my open book, mute as a tomb.
And my lost love.
He should have been the Cannes surfer he realized he was,

 but my lost one is and went away to be whipped on others, and for him.
My spiritual father never gave up a piece of the armored tombstone,

 but there it was, this bug had to take my spirit and my faith at the same time.

 They tell me he won't fall into the trap, but I very much doubt it,

 seeing as how he let me down, where I destroyed myself as much as he was,

 where it all began, my hell... without... him.
And I didn't even have time to tell him, he was gone, it wouldn't have changed anything. Nothing.