And life went on

The ceiling was white and he stared at it for 48 hours straight,

And in the morning he felt indifferent, and he packed his bags, and he went to school, and everything was the same.

She said she understood.

And she laid on her back,

And the mattress was crinkly.

And she stared at the ceiling.

And it was white.

And he visited her because he thought he understood.

He told her, "nobody has understood before, quite like you."

And when the visiting hour was up, he left.

And when her time was up, she left.

They put all her things in a plastic drawstring bag.

There were shoes and a notebook and a sweater.

And these things walked with her, talked with her, and kept her warm.

And three thousand miles across the country,

She settled into her own bed,

And she stared at the white of her ceiling,

For 48 hours straight.

And after that,

He didn't talk much to her,

And she didn't say much to him,

And life went on.