the day after death

"I do love you! I do! I'll never leave you! Why won't you believe me?"

Then comes the chaos; the tide turns, and suddenly everything is so much more uncertain. It's so late that it's early, and it's cold and dark and the crowds of people are suddenly much more threatening than it ever seemed they could be. 

"Are you with him? That man? The heretic, the traitor, the madman? No? But surely - "

And the rooster crows, and your soul feels like ice inside you. The world spins, and everything turns dark. 

What's left now, the day after death? Only darkness, numbness, fear. Despair.

It's the end. He went to death alone. Now you're alone, alone with your own terror and heartache and regret. 

An endless day is followed by an endless night.