A montage of lives. The camera keeps cutting.

-someone crunched up on the floor, pounding it with their fists as tears stream down their face, past their mouth as it silently howls.

-someone in a darkened room, sat in their chair looking at old photos despite how it breaks their heart with every snapshot of times that have grown better with age, yet more painful with every second thats passed between the click of the shutter, and the cold, lonely present.

-someone shuffling under sheets, asleep but not at rest: alone and missing their lover, trying to ignore the fact they're not coming back.

-someone shuffling under sheets as their body connects with another, having forgotten how they are never coming back to a restless sleeper who at that moment is asleep, but not at rest.

All this soundtracked by heartbreak, and its child, recovery.