Leave The Light On...I'll Never Give Up On You

It fills your heart with anxiety to the point where you might honestly wish to go through the receiver of the telephone and find her on the other side. It isn't until you reach the realization that you don't even know what she looks like now, since the last time you saw her, that those thoughts dissapate and reality is restored:

Distance Matters...

I know where she is, and I know the thoughts and dreams that plague her every day. Wasn't that the very example of myeslf not even a month ago? Wasn't it I who was calling her while throwing my grief through the phone lines across the country?
Through the reflection on the large, blank TV screen I saw my pitiful silouhette next to the ironically contrasting, beautiful christmas tree. And it was to her that my voice flowed with comfort because I knew how lame it all sounded-
But a sister never judges.

My consolation derives from the sense that I'm not alone and there have been many like this, before me. So I crawl down to her level and go back into the crevices of my mind to find those heartaches and feelings she's surrounded in today. It's not just the dreadful experiences from December 04' that I find, it's everything from this past year. And if for a second she knows that I've seen the worst right along with her, and I've dug my own grave and jumped in the coffin too-
Temporary Relief might be in sight.

She'll see him agian though, just as I saw them too many times after seperation, and she'll seek the only love she can find in the potent ingredients of a bottle and even in the unfamiliar arms of another. And she'll cry tears of pain with the honest opinion that they will not stop stinging her cheecks

But she will stop...
and though it makes no sense today, or tonight when she falls asleep with reminders of him on yesterday's memory,
Tommorrow and the day after that, she will take this and apply what she has learned to her character and find herself a stronger woman