Any words, if they were ever said, no longer carried any meaning. If a phrase was enough to bring her back, I'd have said it countless times over, until it every syllable wore upon my lips, but without a purpose, there'd be no sense to such a thing. And so the song perseveres without a letter to it.

Along the many things senseless, unspoken and lost between us, there was the fact that I loved her. This love forgotten remained locked in a drawer, suffering the action of time as it...