Let's go in the garden
You'll find something waiting
Right there where you left it
Lying upside down
When you finally find it
You'll see that it's faded
The underside is lighter
When you turn it around
Everything stays
Right where you left it
Everything stays
But it still changes
Ever so slightly
Daily and nightly
In little ways
When everything stays
Deep notes from a bass guitar filled the quiet night. Fireflies seemed to hover about in the cool evening.
The teen holding the bass guitar shaped like an axe floated a foot above ground, humming a soft tone to the deep notes that were strum out.
The wind seemed to be like her hand running through his hair when he closed his eyes. His pale fingers easily plucked at the strings of the bass and pressed down to form different notes without much thought.
He missed her.
So much.
His eyebrows furrowed as he struggled to remember the next note of their song. It was quickly remembered, and his expression went from struggle to longing as the tune carried on.
Everything within the home she left behind was left untouched except for the calendar in the open hall. Slight changes are the only evidence of time; A thin layer of dust hung on most surfaces, the kitchen had no scent or dishes, curtains were kept tightly closed, and the doors to the now dormant rooms were locked shut.
The sky above Marshall eventually turned to a lighter shade of the deep blue it was in the midnight, and he decided to go home.
The house made him feel as if it were beckoning him to come in, as the memories and love seemed to be hidden inside. He knew he couldn't find that same happiness ever again.