A memory flashes across your mind... the simplest, most innocent of images, but somehow it turns your insides to ice. You chase after it, but then the doors slam shut, and all you can do is pound your fists bloody against them and cry into the echoing darkness... Weeping for what is lost, to you and to everyone...
Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On Jupiter and Mars
In other words, hold my hand
In other words, darling, kiss me