I Would Certainly End Up

There Is No Hurry. Time Means Nothing To You.

I Loved You Like A Man Loves A Woman He Never Touches, Only Writes To, Keeps Little Photographs Of.

Now Something So Sad Has Hold Of Us That The Breath Leaves And We Can't Even Cry.

I Read My Books At Night, Like That, Under The Quilt With The Overheated Reading Lamp. Reading All Those Good Lines While Suffocating. It Was Magic.

Some People Like What You Do, Some People Hate What You Do, But Most People Simply Don't Give A Damn.