For a minute forgot about the steering wheel. Drawn away by the music the radio suddenly spilled. Guitar strings strumming. A melody of memories. Of yesterday. Of the year before. Suffocating yet lovely. To the ears. To the heart. Painful but sweet. Painful that sweet it remained. Sky the color of somebody's eyes. Stormy and gray. Haunting. Enticing. Another reminder of him. Of how they used to pierce through her. Gaze on a certain raindrop flowing down the windshield. Thought of something that once flowed down her cheek. In the darkness. In the shade.