Maybe Next Time, But Probably Not.

We're On The Other Side Of The Fence Now, Lena,' She Says, Tiredly, As She Passes. "don't You Get It? You Can't Tell Me What To Feel.

I Wonder Whether She Was Sorry For Leaving Us Behind.

If You’re Smart, You Care. And If You Care, You Love.

And Then, Just At That Moment, When I'm No Longer Sure If I'm Dreaming Or Awake Or Walking Some Valley In Between Where Everything You Wish For Comes True, I Feel The Flutter Of His Lips On Mine.

Things Change After You Die, Though, I Guess Because Dying Is The Loneliest Thing You Can Do.