This title came across my mind as I was sitting in the car while my daughter was driving. The radio was on, but the sound was just a background of an empty silence that occupied the air. I told her what I had been facing lately...I turned to be so forgetful and sometimes I stood in front of the fridge not knowing what to do. She focused on the traffic. Of course she has to... who doesn't. The silence was back again.
Then I brought up a topic about our family. I told her that her sister was a bit bizarre this morning for no reason. She nodded gently and no word came out of her mouth. I began to feel a bit offended...not really offended actually but hurt to be precise.
My mind was working very hard to find a topic that might be of her interest. But I got stuck... and let the emptiness dangle and sway around my hollow heart. The music which had been the background of our being together, then appeared as a leading focus. The sound of Bruno Mars was there...hey...that's me. I might be talking to the moon...