She has been hibernating for so long now. The smell of Earth after the rain has finally woken her up. She once told me she's in abruptly pain. Her veins inside of her once crumpled so tightly she barely breathed. She kept quiet still. Her mind is in delusion and she won't wake up. Her tears, her soul. Sorrow was drowning her. Queerly enough, she whispered in piece, "These crowded rooms of love that's lost. And through the fire, I've loved you still" She loves him still. Still.