Well, I'm sorry I took a breath for a moment of wishful thinking. I'm sorry that I let my mind wander. I'm sorry that I allowed hope to stir within my chest. I'll lock it away, hide it in the graveyard of lost causes in my heart, and pick myself up from the disappointments, brush loneliness from my clothes, and take another tour of the cemetery, looking out for someone who might spare me some sympathy, or some love. I'll leave a candle burning in a lantern for you, dear, and walk in the light which mingles with that from those other flames, already hung, old and dim; illumination to a brighter future.