As If In The Other Side Of

And My Sister, My Lindsey, Left Me In Her Memories, Where I Was Meant To Be.

The Sun Came Through The Branches Of The Tree Above Her, And Ruth Looked Up Past Them. "i Think She Listens," She Said, Too Softly To Be Heard.

She No Longer Believed In Talk. It Never Rescued Anything.

You're Not Supposed To Look Back, You're Supposed To Keep Going.

Poison And Medicine Are Often The Same Thing, Given In Different Proportions