Much ado about nothing.
A Leave.
She kept her mind at a far place.
No one can find it, also she can’t.
“Staring at the bottom of your glass
Hoping one day you’ll make a dream last
But dreams come slow and they go so fast
You see her when you close your eyes
Maybe one day you’ll understand why
Everything you touch surely dies”
— Passenger-Let her go
We had ever existed but time took away.