I met you in November. You kissed me in December. I tried to hide in January, but I showed up in February. We didn't talk in March. Late April you ran..
The van picked her up right after me.She was quiet at first; looking out the window, intently examining her chipped black nail polish.Then she noticed..
She asked to see my arms, askedto see what I had left behind from the night before.There was nothing there. No gashes.She smiled at me, the same smile..