Everywhere I look, there she is.

Her eyes are always there, reminding me of beautiful days, during that time she was my savior.

I remember years ago when I cast myself into ominous regions of life, and it was her who found me and brought me to the life of the living again.

Sweetest November, I sometimes think she could have been the one who wrote that song.

"Even at uncertain times, you'll make it through the night" Perhaps that is the verse that had more a particular weight in the heart.

Now, when I close my eyes, she is there, always tender, even when I go down in flames, she is there.