A train goes up a train comes br down. We pass in the night. Silence br ricochets through the rooms. You br br sit aimless in the corner. The leaves br on the mango tree at the far end of the br garden rustle words to you. The moon stretches br br a finger to play with the curtains shivering br in the wind humming through br leaves beyond carrying stories to br br you of things happening on the other side of town. br He prepares to leave for another night br of revelry with someone new. The low br br growl of a car in the distance then all else is as br it was; still. Even the crickets have br stopped their gossip in shock at what br br he did. But does anyone else care? Pools br of warm water break their banks br and flood, washing your face clean yet it cannot br br wash away what’s inside. That stays br blocked, the key has disappeared. You br cannot break the lock. The train passes through br br the empty station. The lone cat opens a sleepy eye br and yawns. The sounds move in the br night and get lost in the darkness beyond.