The Faintest Gleam Of Their

I Was In My House, Alone In The Living Room, Anxious About You, Watching The Flashes Of Lightning. And A Flash Of Lightning Lit Up This Truth For Me, Right In Front Of My Eye. That Night I Lost You, I Lost Something Inside Me. Or Perhaps Several Things. Something Central To My Existence, The Very Support For Who I Am As A Person

What Do We Talk About? Just Ordinary Things. What Happened Today, Or Books We've Read, Or Tomorrow's Weather, You Know. Don't Tell Me You're Wondering If People Jump To Their Feet And Shout Stuff Like 'it'll Rain Tomorrow If A Polar Bear Eats The Stars Tonight!

In My Younger Days, I Was Trying To Write Sophisticated Prose And Fantastic Stories.

People Leave Strange Little Memories Of Themselves Behind When They Die.

There Are Ways Of Dying That Don't End In Funerals. Types Of Death You Can't Smell.