CRInktober 2019 Day 28: Apart

She had flashes, now and then,
When he was occupied.
Of the ones she had traveled with.
Lost someone with.
Had called friends.
Who last looked at her in anger and confusion.

Her mind was a haze most of the time,
His voice the only real sound then.
But their faces would surface
And she would let the tears fall.

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