That you were here before
Are stains on the coffee table
And broken plates on the floor
The mirror that was grandma’s
Now a ten piece puzzle
Wine dripping from the ceiling
There must be some trouble
The front door was still open
You left on bare feet
I can hear you screaming
From the end of the street
Didn’t know when you’d come back
Of if you ever would
You thought I would forget
Don’t know how I ever could
– ARM
Annies diary 