She might think:
This thing . . . yesterday . . . So far away. It's made out of too many departures and fewer returns. Real farewells take place in silence. Yesterdays are lived by two large opposing groups. Remainers and departers. Their mirrored gestures seldom answered. Most of the time not really. The footsteps of those who leave have a different stretch and charge in comparison with the cramped, anguish-bearing expressions of the men left behind.