She put a ring on her ring finger and her mom asked her, "Don't you wish it was real?"

And inside some light burned out, "Yes," she thought, "I do."

Her mom meant the ring, she meant the sentiment. And again the image in her brain won't go away. That image of your back as you walked out the door, the thoughts she had when she knew she wouldn't be hearing your voice anymore.

The sound of it saying goodbye without ever saying the words. The sound of her world ending.