How's this? You sit, wishing they where there beside you.
You replay the memories, over and over again.
You remember the times you had together...the good and bad.
You talk as if they could hear you. But you know they don't.
You sit and think, "what could I have done with them...before they left me"
But you can only think.
Not act.

When they reached the door of the lonely house and stopped to unlock it, and the cat came to purr loudly, and rub against them, a deserted p***y, indeed, but fat with young robins, sylvia whispered that this was a beautiful place to live in, and she never should wish to go home. the description of the house in this excerpt gives an example of