Seems like forever ago we saw each other.
Your heart on your hand, with love on your mind.
Her face hard to picture now. It's been a year, maybe two, maybe tomorrow marks a decade.

It's hard to circle the date in a red sharpie pen when you can't exactly remember the time that's been.
Who you became,

- or who we changed.

To her, to you, my dears, it's hard to recall.

Heartbreak Handbook

Can we hear them break?
The hearts of those who fell too hard.
The hands they held - the ones they loved. Or thought the did at least.

That one you just heard - She was just like the rest, she fell asleep to a soundtrack of his name.
For months at a time it played, until one night, the words skipped.
It missed a beat, slowed down, and then surely, it stopped.

The pain she felt, convinced she was the only one.


The songs that once were her lullabies are now the loop that sings another willing girl to sleep each night.

Don't know about you, but to me, the world's a mystery.

People who love, lose.

Six billion people.
Half may be alone. Maybe it's through no choice of their own.

What can we do. How can we help.
I am me, and you are you.
We have no connection, no relation. I, like you, am just one person.

Those billions of others, they're just one person too.
What could we accomplish if we all became one.
Maybe, no one would have to be alone.

She crosses the street, holding a yellow umbrella above her head.

Protecting the fears she holds so dear, from falling drops above. 

Being as you are, concerned with everything you hold so close

..... Were we ever really going anywhere?

To You, My Dear

It's a red light. People sit. They're stopped in their cars,  it's raining all around them. They wait. Maybe for minutes, maybe hours. The way the rain hits their windows, the blur of the city colours all around them. Maybe they are as alone as you are. 

Have you ever stopped to think about everyone around you. 

The friends you have, and the ones you've lost. 

The people you pass, 

And those you will never meet. 

To You, My Dear

Everyone has a story.

Everyone has a reason.