Such scintillating hurt and the downfall of her swelling affections
Stories dark and bottled up exploded right in her face
Shreds of hope and fright all tangled up drumming at her from all directions
Scary thoughts of the nighttime street shadows of that faraway station
Swaying with him there was the little red sled which
Sustained them and carried those 5 days, a promise of a thousand years, and a puppy.
To think that she wasn't there.
How it killed her inside.
And this was the second time she was broken.
