And the flowers, they wilted; the ocean, it still roars; the people, they rushed and bustled, umbrellas wavering; the trees, they quivered in fear; and all the while, we sat in our shadows, remained invisible to the oblivious world past our windows that shone the brightest night-sky stars you've ever seen. We sat and we wept, and faded into oblivion, and then you were gone, and I was left holding a piece of tan fabric and the smudged memory of brown hair and blue eyes.
