David, this is the end of the story:
you don’t come back to bed.
I could get on every plane and none
would take me to you.

David,
I am supposed to be talking to the living.

Imagine a world in which we don’t need each other.
now tell me I am supposed to
live there.

David,
I don’t want to save anyone in this story.
Bodies are heavy and hard to carry.
The children are difficult to put to bed.

David, I am no one’s heroine.
I can’t pull anyone out of the river.

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