Frankly, I Wonder Who Frank Was, And

His Hand Is Cool On My Cheek As He Paints A Tear Beneath My Left Eye, Dark Blue And Swollen With Sorrow.

He Insisted That Stars Were People So Well Loved, They Were Traced In Constellations, To Live Forever

I Didn't Want To See Her Because It Would Make Me Feel Better. I Came Because Without Her, It's Hard To Remember Who I Am.

When She Wanted To Escape Her Life, She Read Books

Words Are Like Eggs Dropped From Great Heights; You Can No More Call Them Back Than Ignore The Mess They Leave When They Fall.