We Are All Punished For The Lives

Only When It Rains. And Sometimes, Too, When I Remember.

Love: A Single Word, A Wispy Thing, A Word No Bigger Or Longer Than An Edge.

And I Guess That's When It Starts To Hit Me: The Whole Point Is, You Do What You Can.

Mice? Fine. Flying Mice? Not So Fine.

In My Head I Try And Reach Back, Through The Fence, Past The Smoke; I Try And Grab His Hand And Pull. Alex, Come Back. There Is Nothing To Do But Sink. The Hours Close Around Me, Encase Me Completely, Like A Tomb.