Look up at the lightning in the sky.
Left there, no one seems to wonder why. Those scars run deep, now I sink. Bottle in my hand I see you weep. Now it’s all over, I just can’t get sober. Behind these bars faced with darkness. She watches on as tears stain her face. That beauty that once held so much joy, is a toy broken now but not destroyed.
I travel, not alone.
Not alone, she travelled.