My part of the game is that I must live the best I can.

I will remember the kisses, our lips raw with love, and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me.

I walked around the block twice, passed 200 people and failed to see a human being.

you fall into the mirror, come through the other side staring at a lightbulb.

I went to the bathroom and threw some water on my face, combed my hair. If I could only comb that face, I thought, but I can't.

It was like a church in there as only the truly lost sit in bars on Tuesday mornings at 8:00 a.m.

I was a bore and didn't know when to smile or fake it. Or rather worse, I did but didn't.