How can it be so unclear to her when it's like the fingers on my hand to me?

I know that unlike that night, tonight I won't kiss her. Or touch her. Or even see her up close. Tonight, I'll listen. And that'll be enough.

Who says I breathe music? Who says I even breathe?

Sleep would be so welcome. A warm blanket of black to erase everything else. Sleep without dreams.

What would you do if you had to choose?

You stood over me and you made a promise to me, as sacred as any vow. And I can understand why you're angry, but you can't blame me. You can't hate me for taking your word.

Her hands were freezing, just like they always were, so I warmed them, just like I always did.