often we took the train,
the sky pacing white to grey,
when you or i would leave
and the other would stay.
we were all that we had
and breathed in each others words,
i would ask for truth and
you’d look for something to burn.
"I had a moment's glory that night, though. I was certain I was here in this world because I couldn't tolerate any other place."
November 6, 2011
