“As we wandered calmly through that cold and dark December
We yearned for lies to be true,
and for the capacity to remember.
All those lost days in the sun,
and night wandering dark concrete
Would seduce themselves to one,
on a frozen winter street.
In a place where souls
past from frost to breath
I expected my own holes
and my marvel at death.
We found are fingers pressed
tightly together, intertwined
We said this is for the best
As we left everything behind.”