the voice of love

her ear is pressed to his chest. dreams shattered,
pieces lost, but she is still there. listening to the
only steady thing she has found in this life. his
steady heartbeat, beating strong for her. maybe it is
only strong becuase she needs it to be. is that all
that is keeping her here? she falls in deeper moment
by moment. hitting the sharp edges on her way to the
bottom. but what is at the bottom? why are there so
may sharp edges? shes bleeding, lost, and confused.
she hits the bottom, the medics come running. there
are too many of them. amnesia sets in and she can no
longer remember which one she belongs to. they all
tell so many nice stories. stories of puppies, and
futures, and of songs that she used to sing. she
doesnt sing anymore. she doesnt remember the notes, or
melody, or feelings to go with them. she doesnt
remember too much these days. just the falls... she is
reminded everytime she bumps a bruise.