Last week’s release of Lioness: Hidden Treasures forced us to bid a bittersweet and final adieu to our dear Amy. In the last swig of our last dose, we forever parted from a faithful friend. Facing the fearful fact of the final fix, our tears shed ceaselessly unto a lonely morning of inevitable withdrawal. Her day had come, and that we came to accept in a solo serenity. The proceeding days of morrow would withhold a romanticized pain in the attempt of an eventual ease; it was a separation so sweet, a moment’s pleasure. As we have, and do today, we will still love her tomorrow.
