Fuckin endings, man, they weren’t as easy as they looked.

We didn’t know then that the debris of joy
is like the debris of any wreckage:
you have to clear it away to start over again.

[I just wanted to make sure I had the last word.] I think I’ve earned that.

And the new day was a great big fish.

Thunder rolled again for distant lightning.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I —
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Maybe in a month, maybe in a year, maybe someday.

The laughter made the hair on the back of her neck try to stand.