take a sad song

A m a l i a Amalia's head nods in agreement, though whether she truly understands or simply wants to feel that she does is a mystery, even to her. But the fingers on hers are hardly reassuring, nor the promise that she cannot get lost so long as they stay together. It implies that there is a future where this woman remains at her side, and she's already said she's going in search of someone else who needs her more. Just like her mother had, time and time again. Head on her knees, she shakes her head, chin bumping over the knobby bones. Tobi has taken her hands and Amalia doesn't fight it, her sweaty palms hanging limply between the not-mother-not-doctor's. "Your friend needs you more than me," she says sadly, smiling a little and looking away. "But maybe after he stops being lost you can find me again. If I haven't drowned by then." She is messy, but she's kind She is lonely most of the time She is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie She is gone, but she used to be mine