A song of him
She wanted to make a song for him. Something to hum when she thought of him. She was half sick of singing imaginary people and memories in her head. And he was always so clear in her mind, as if he was standing there with her. He was always clear. She could maybe imagine what he would sound like, if he was a song. He would be light, full of energy, but underneath there was something else…
But no sounds would come from her, nothing would come from her. She wanted to make a song of him but he wouldn't leave her throat.