Billy is gone forever. Bobby knows she will not visit again, he is alone now. In a rundown boardinghouse where he spends his days gazing out windows to a world safely kept out of reach by fences. Bobby's surrounding is unsoothing, capable of neither comfort, nor understanding for him. Can anyone reach? Will anyone? He holds on to a fragment of her... Making his invisible connections that no one else can see Bobby constructs a photograph of her, an image... a poem, to find comfort in it, even if just for a brief instant, Bobby tries to say goodbye, for the last time.
