Light was coming down that hallway. Dimly, emptying-out into nothing.

And it was a sisyphean feat; I knew I'd come crumbling.

And I held your lungs within my hands.

I crushed them. Softly.

The words you spoke were once so kind.

Like moonlight, on the river's edge. Silent.

Button-tongued, and blurry.

We had a lot of excuses. Dimly, emptying-out into nothing.

And Koda and his guns will have been right.

And when I come to the grey birch gulley, I'll be sure to run.
Scrap the car, and run.