At half past two a.m., she stumbled up the stairs It was strange with Mason gone, she found herself worrying where Candles light the room, a box wrapped on the floor She hardly recognized the man shuffling in the corner His chin was shaven clean, his shirt was pressed and tucked A bowl of nectarines and cherries freshly picked Debbie buried all of her torment in him then A sole tear of regret Whispering simply 'start again'...