Silent tears on a pillow. Dried only by the continuous wind
through the white-walled cell with only one curtain.

Gazing at the faces from years passed.
Only smiles and happiness mark the eyes of each.
None thinking that the life they lead now could ever change.

This life now: five years ago a joke,
eight years ago incomprehensible,
and twelve years ago a nightmare.

To live a life without your best friend.
Without your first love.
Without your sister.
Apart from those you love.

When did Life's roads decide to split?
When did Life decide that musketeers, rugrats and b.f.f.'s weren't enough?
When instructing us to forge our own path,
why did they neglect to warn us that we'd be alone?

Faces have come and gone.
Some seem to be lost forever. Others truly are.
Some left with tears. Some left with furrowed brow.
Some good-byed with a kiss, and yet others with just a careless nod.

Will these dancing faces ever become a fixed portrait again?

Old life must pass before a new life can begin.
But these tears on a pillow still remember.