My Yardstick Is How Somebody Treats Me.

We Don't Belong To Each Other: He's An Independent, And So Am I.

...of All Things This Was The Saddest, That Life Goes On: If One Leaves One's Lover, Life Should Stop For Him, And If One Disappears From The World, Then The World Should Stop, Too: And It Never Did. And That Was The Real Reason For Most People Getting Up In The Morning: Not Because It Would Matter But Because It Wouldn't.

We All, Sometimes, Leave Each Other There Under The Skies, And We Never Understand Why.

She Took Off Her Dark Glasses And Squinted At Me. It Was As Though Her Eyes Were Shattered Prisms, The Dots Of Blue And Gray And Green Like Broken Bits Of Sparkle.

Gasping For Breath, The Body Still Battling For Life.