Gradually gets louder. Hear it coming up the street, hear it coming through the gate, hear it knocking at the door, no reply. Rehearsing for just over a week. The feeling reminds me of the next year, a reminder of what i've seen on their faces. A box with your name written all over it with the dress inside for safe keeping. Kiss on the cheek, the same place - feels so good it hurts in my stomach. I have to start walking again.