There Was No One To Call Me

If It Weren't For Her, There Would Never Have Been An Empty Space, Or The Need To Fill It.

She Was Gone, And All That Was Left Was The Space You'd Grown Around Her, Like A Tree That Grows Around A Fence. For A Long Time, It Remained Hollow. Years, Maybe. And When At Last It Was Filled Again, You Knew That The New Love You Felt For A Woman Would Have Been Impossible Without Alma. If It Weren't For Her, There Would Never Have Been An Empty Space, Or The Need To Fill It.

He Died Alone Because He Was Too Embarrassed To Phone Anyone.

When We Went Into The Ocean, I Watched His Body As He Dove Into The Waves, And It Gave Me A Feeling In My Stomach That Wasn't An Ache But Something Different.

...after All, Who Isn't A Survivor From The Wreck Of Childhood?