'the bottle clatters to the floor,

breaks in pieces...'

Sitting on the couch she is

(lying in theroy)

slumped over the letter

'To you my love, a

silent composure...'

The pen is gone,

(rolled under the chair)

drool falls in streams

to that page

'just a confession or two...'

Bloodshot eyes, unsheathed

by dry eyelids (open in shock?)

'Waiting for a return, or maybe

a word? Perhaps...'

The remote is broken,

(stepped on in struggle)

black glass screen

'you miss me, perhaps you

havent forgotten...'

Dark windows,

(trimmed by a red sunset)

beautiful?

'Oh well. Just a word before I g--'

SILENCE.