a white screen
staring back...

I
saw your...

Trying to grip onto that last hope
with a signal that has been lost within...

They swayed
into darkness...

You knew pain took over
her tiny body...

she sat in darkness,
her face glowing from...

Faint aroma of crushed
sandalwood...

there is no going back,
her voice echoed...

I saw the road behind me
fold into the setting sun...

Swing-swing,
from her earring...

The shadow in her closet
tasted sleep...

The day is as smooth and sweet
as her weekend strawberry sundae...