My visions of her. I can’t see her in person. She’s like the person at the end of a long hall. The echoes of foot falls match the beats of my heart. Fading hopes match the fading image.
I long to see past her mask. The emotions I can’t see. A tear. A smile. Anything, just to be close.
The music of her voice. The falling of pieces of my heart. The song fades as emotions hit the floor.