I heard a girl speak with a voice like hers. I walked to the window, to see into the dark of my street, to see if it was her. Of course it wasn’t. Just some drunken girl talking to a guy while they walked hand in hand to their final destination for the night. I still helt out hope that she would come running to me one day. That she would ring my doorbell and she would suddenly be standing in my living room. Sitting on my couch. Lounging in my bedroom, laying in my bed. Next to me.