she's so strong, but not quite. if you look beyond that wrinkled brow to those trembling eyes, she's shaking and nothing will steady her out. you've forgotten she screams, but has she ever really remembered anything, anything outside the pain. the broken doll she holds onto. i can't pry it from her hands. we use to talk of you and me and trips we'd take to distant lands holding hands. buts its ok, i have this hum of this heater and its glow to keep me company just as my sadness keeps me company. so what did you think when you saw me there with echoes of goodbye, a shadow of someone you once knew...