She heard them! The chords of cogency. Crescendoing. Pulsating with hermeneutical harmonies that filled her with a sensation she hadn’t felt in years. The clarity descending in notes that burst her heart.
Her heart. That’s what she could feel.
She was right to leave. She had to stop making love to this numbness.
And she didn’t just walk. She floated. On the weightless tears of Another.
She turned her back, from face down, and left forever. Right out of that grave.