Today it sat silent, accumulating dust.
The paper stayed empty, waiting for the familiar touch.
The unbalanced rhythm of the typewriter,
Embedded in the abyss of her heart,
Was the symphony of her love.
He was gone, miles away into the dark.
Escaped from reality in search of mystery.
Leaving behind a void, a longing unheard.
She was all messed up, it broke her, it tore them apart.
Fears conquered spaces, while love waited and lamented.