Stupid How The Mind Will Try To

As We're Standing There I Realize We're Almost Exactly The Same Height. We Must Look Like The Dark And Light Side Of An Oreo Cookie, And I Think How Just As Easily It Could Have Been The Other Way Around. She Could Be Blocking My Path; I Could Be Trying To Slip Around Her Into The Dark.

Grief Is Like Sinking, Like Being Buried.

Maybe, The Hope Said. Maybe.

People Do Terrible Things, Sometimes, For The Best Reasons.

I Need To Live My Life In The Light Of Their Deaths. I Need To Live.