So This Was The Rest Of His

We Thought We Were Running Away From The Grownups, And Now We Are The Grownups.

I Never Say I'm An "ist" Of Any Kind Unless I Know How The Other Person Is Defining It.

To Want Is To Have A Weakness.

Nobody Dies From Lack Of Sex. It's Lack Of Love We Die From.

Because You Are Never Here But Always There, I Forget Not You But What You Look Like You Drift Down The Street In The Rain, Your Face Dissolving, Changing Shape, The Colours Running Together My Walls Absorb You, Breathe You Forth Again, You Resume Yourself, I Do Not Recognize You You Rest On The Bed Watching Me Watching You, We Will Never Know Each Other Any Better Than We Do Now