Where are we now, she asked. What can I do, to make everything alright again, he whispered.

This night, neither of us speaks.

They twirled endlessly to their own tune, their own special tune. No words were needed, no real rhythm was required. This was a dance of mutual, silent understanding. It was an affirmation of what the both of them knew; the same, special music would always play in their hearts. The mirror reflected their entwined bodies, following every fluid motion, every pirouette, every leap, every tear that fell from their faces and splashed silently onto the wooden floor. The setting sun cast a surreal, golden-orange glow through the tall bay windows, spilling the brilliant sunlight across the wood, in a moment of sheer beauty both of them would remember forever. In this hall, no one could separate them. This was their own hidden, private world, and in this world, for just a brief moment, time stood still for them and permitted their union.

For just this brief interlude, they would dance, as long as the music played.


Again and again, the blunt knife plunges into the muffin, each time creating a small hole in the soft spongey cake. Relentlessly, the knife stabbed into the center of the muffin, and each time, it did just a bit of damage, but at the end of it all, the muffin was no longer a muffin. All it was, was a mess of oily flour and water, yellow as a jaundiced patient. It lay on the table, completely disintegrated, no longer the luscious, delectable cake it was. All it was, was a mess. That was all it was.

Incomprehensible.

There are so many things I'd like to say
So many things I'd give everything to change
I'd tell you just how I feel
In a word or two, or till the moon turns blue.

But I know, as soon as the words escape
There's no turning back
And then I'd give all I had
To turn back time, and keep them dead inside of me.

The music swirled around her, spinning, spinning. It was a kaleidoscopic blur of memories, an angel's voice, tears and a heart forever broken.

Letting go may be the hardest thing ever.