'We are the daughters of men who warned us about the news, and the missing girls on milk cartons and the sharp edge of the world. They begged us to be careful, to be safe, and then told our brothers to go out and play.'
Winds carry whispers from afar The moon drifts softly in its aura Stars fall quietly where shadows lay Memories linger, refusing to decay Time slips past in the light of aurora But still, your name remains unspoken.