This standing pole.
The one that wrecked her bones.
And this same pole is now a monument.

Holding memories.
Holding lost dreams.
And holding back a growl in my throat that grows and grows!

Placed in this spot with this predestined fate.
Oh my god.
Oh my god.

Surrounded by flowers.
Smothered in ribbons.
Little notes.
Little notes.

This standing pillar.
A pillar of our love.
A pillar of our sadness.
A pillar of our confusion.
A pillar of our outrage.
And all we lost.
And how we lost it.

And what for?
And what for?
And what for?
And what for?