Gone...
Lorne
Sometimes I wonder if I have made the right choice. Life was so much simpler when I ran Caritas; all I had to do was keep the sea-breezes rolling and, occasionally, steer the odd lost demon down the right path. It was the life of the middle path: do no harm, but don’t judge those who did. It was a lot less painful that way.
Sure, they are perks to this job… why, just yesterday I exchanged phone numbers with Barry Manilow. But, then, there are also days like today. Today, I arranged Cordy’s funeral…funeral….I still can’t believe she’s dead.
I’m afraid; suddenly the future seems a lot darker…and I can’t seem to see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Damn, I wish my secretary would stop humming under his breath; I really don’t need to know that much about his love-life.
I miss her already
Sometimes I wonder if I have made the right choice. Life was so much simpler when I ran Caritas; all I had to do was keep the sea-breezes rolling and, occasionally, steer the odd lost demon down the right path. It was the life of the middle path: do no harm, but don’t judge those who did. It was a lot less painful that way.
Sure, they are perks to this job… why, just yesterday I exchanged phone numbers with Barry Manilow. But, then, there are also days like today. Today, I arranged Cordy’s funeral…funeral….I still can’t believe she’s dead.
I’m afraid; suddenly the future seems a lot darker…and I can’t seem to see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Damn, I wish my secretary would stop humming under his breath; I really don’t need to know that much about his love-life.
I miss her already