When was the last time you looked at me with love instead of contempt? When did your touch first turn cold? When did “I love you” become unbreakable silence?
Complacency separated us and wounded pride destroyed us. The process was slow, but steady and unchanging. When did we stop fighting the disease? When was the last flicker of hope extinguished?
When did our beautiful children start paying for our sins? When did their smiles fade and their laughter turn to anger? When does it all end? When do we learn?