All I Can Hope For Is A

I Want Everything Back, The Way It Was. But There Is No Point To It, This Wanting.

Oil Paints...the Look Of Licked Lips.

This Is What I Miss, Cordelia: Not Something That’s Gone, But Something That Will Never Happen. Two Old Women Giggling Over Their Tea.

Some Cleric Putting A Match To Her. /neither Of Them Looks Happy About It. /once Lit, She'll Burn Like A Book, /like A Book That Was Ever Finished, /like A Locked-up Library.

Knowing Was A Temptation. What You Don't Know Won't Tempt You.