It's Not That He Was Going Nowhere,

I Felt Beautiful But Also Interrupted. I Wasn't Used To Being So Complicated.

I Closed My Eyes To Watch Tiny Dancers Like Jeweled Birds Cross The Dark Screen Of My Eyelids.

I Couldn't Imagine Owning Beauty Like My Mothers. I Wouldn't Dare.

His Voice Was Cloves And Nightingales, It Took Us To Spice Markets In The Celebs, We Drifted With Him On A Houseboat Beyond The Coral Sea. We Were Like Cobras Following A Reed Flute.

Love's An Illusion. It's A Dream You Wake Up From With An Enormous Hangover And Net Credit Debt. I'd Rather Have Cash.