her tattered jeans were emblazoned with the scars of her work.

colors were meshed together in a disharmonious testimony to her passion.

her sleeveless shirt crumpled against her thinning body.

she hummed a familiar song about life and loneliness as she saw him through the window.

“i missed you today” he said as he walked through the door.

his cologne filled the room and another night was about to begin.