She smiled 

So bright the sun was envious and I was blinded and lost in the darkest parts. 

The darkest parts of her hair, her mouth, her eyes. "Would it be alright", I ask, "if I told you our hearts disagree?" 

She smiles, smaller this time, and her face is red and I am, looking at my feet. 

With her, my arms are never empty, yet my eyes are never dry and I feel as if I should weigh these two things. 

Is one worth the other? Is this corner small enough to hide me and large enough to dwell inside, or must I be forced to enter the light, where she is smiling, so smooth and naïve. 

And her hair, it hangs to the side and I slide my hands through it, and I slide my hands, and I slide away but she doesn't follow, and it is better. 

It's better if I am sliding and she is standing still. 

Her feet are stuck, yet she is flying. 

The syllables drop, heavy with the weight of what they mean, and light with the freedom manifest inside their curves and edges and she is smiling again and I feel that, perhaps, in the end this will all turn out...all right

Sinking in the words 
We're in over our heads 
The hardest words to say 
Are ones that should've long been said 
We make the hardest sounds 
We say goodbye 
Whispered words of, "fare you well, my dear", and disappear 
The hardest words
 

We roll the windows down to feel the air 
The sun is falling low again 

We watch the darkness coming through the trees and find our hands together again 

We have photographs, aged and worn, of family and our friends 

Keep them close at hand, these memories, they're all that's left you 

We can't go home 
Watch the world through open windows 
Drift down open roads 
Your eyes could kill the sky itself 
Take time for the little things