I cam hear the soft tinkling of a music box in the distance. Even through the wind and trees and rain I know the song, and I know it's impossible for me to be hearing it. Hearing it make me think, though, of how long She's been absent from my life. It's been so long, I can't remember the feel of her hand in mine. I can't remember the warmth of her face; the smell of her hair; the sound of her voice. And that, more than anything, recently, depresses me. It depresses me because it's really all I had left of her....and it's gone...just like her......all that's left is the hole she left in me, filled with the pain of her loss...