Usually, on the days my sternum aches from how much I miss her, I sing to ease the pain. Screaming is unattractive and rude if anyone were around to hear it, and one should always be aware that when you don’t want to be heard, someone, somewhere, is listening. So I sing aloud to myself in the safety of the trees. Now, though, I need something different. I’ve been singing for so long and here I stand, the feeling of her eyes still stalking me and her breath down my neck. A friend suggested I write. So, here we go. It’s certainly different from my previous norm, but where I’m at right now...well. I’ll take anything different. For Crow, it's more than a break-up. Four years of chains leave a mark.