For Jane
thebeautifullypainfulretrospect
For Jane . That was all the note said . Jane . Jane is/was the sun , the light , the dark , the everything , looking up at the sky , death cycle of life and everything carried along with it . The crying sound of tinkling bells couldn't break through her silence . Couldn't break through the sky . Couldn't break Jane. Only rocking . Back, forth . Back , forth. The un oiled chains wailing , back and forth through Jane's eyes . Tips of black and white saddle shoes and a pink smile bring forth bring back tiredhappy memories . Coldness and wet mud and sand and Jane and who . Who and away and sorry and won't be back love and I love you and sticky notes never to be seen ever ever again . No happy, no beautiful, no caring . Just cold and Jane and a crumpled up note that reeked of sorry goodbyes and death .