Wrapped in last night’s hazy memories, the dirt of the hard road pressing between her toes.

The past echoing like a thousand screaming voices trapped inside her head.

“Don’t look back…” she whispers to herself as she travels the path from which she can never break free.

Day by day, she numbs her loneliness in the reflections of a lifeless computer screen.

In a far corner I sit silent, alone and forgotten.

Oh how I long to feel her soft hands pulling at my (heart) strings, filling the room around us with her beautiful song.