When You Write A Book For Publication,

I'm Listening To Someone Give Up. Someone I Knew—someone I Liked. I'm Listening... But Still, I'm Too Late.

That's Why You Did It. You Wanted Your World To Collapse Around You. You Wanted Everything To Get As Dark As Possible.

I Want To Look Back. To Look Over My Shoulder And See The Stop Sign With Huge Reflective Letters, Pleading With Hannah. Stop!

And Everyone Knows You Can’t Disprove A Rumor.

We All Know The Sound A Camera Makes When It Snaps A Picture. Even Some Of The Digitals Do It For Nostalgia’s Sake.