I penned those words onto a shimmering screen, a waterfall of light passing over my eyes.  The blotches of ink stained the crystalline water, filling the river.  I grasped at the words as they flowed out of me without avail.  Soon tears replaced the ink, my own sorrow mixing with the ink and the light, creating a thick, dark liquid.

So I sent it.

I turned off the light and sat in the darkness.  I got a phone call minutes later.  A calming voice.  His calming voice.  I held back tears.