she remembers how he loved her heart: and in acceptance, shelter; and within shelter, love. but now, a choked-off loneliness besets her: and it's nobody's fault that they aren't him
he wanders here in desolation, wondering at how things are; finding it small consolation that he's made it here, this far gray and silent, overboding, full of sorrow, grace, and wrath; questions born to find no answers slogging down a strangled path