Hard Not to Think of Us as Ships in the Night Each Pop and Following Scream Another Dinghy of Sudden Traumatic Phenomena, So Weighted by Our Whys That We Don't Seem to Care That We Are Almost Crashing.
You Spend an Hour Doing Nothing but Smoking, and Then We Splash Cold Water Behind your Ears to Help You Keep Dinner down and You Say Goodnight, but I Know I'm Going to Have to Leave Town Soon.
Finally We Just Get the Chance to Talk About It and You Just Nod When I Tell You I Was Supposed to See You There - but We Can Ignore It for Now Because Its Pretty Urgent That We Talk About What Happened to That Guy.