The candles were humming; no one was watching. There were lonesome cries at an empty table while miles of wind and road separated all of us.

But all was right in the world.

Those forgotten memories of home were frozen snowflakes of time tumbling through November's wind. Your tears are truer than our words would have been had I come to find you amid the ash of this house.

Somewhere close, someone speaks your name. And it's slow, and it's warm. And once you find it, you'll be happy again. That's all I ever wanted.