Walking down the hill like the best of friends Trying to forget, stupid as it was, what Precisely was taking us down there To start with. We laughed and Spat and laughed again. Then It was all over and I had To forget about it As best I could As I made my Way back Up
You gave me just enough hope to hang myself with I thought of the mailbox that we pretended was Halfway, and I thought about all the things I didn't have the courage to ask you for About pretending a lot changed only Two weeks later, or how to tell You you what surely you must Already know. But of course I hanged myself with that Hope, because nothing Else would have been So comfortable. And Years later when You saw me my Body was only Tatters of Skin and Teeth