Subdued, a broken dream voice answers against a crumpled pillow (don't ask me, I know). Can we lay together? Is it enough my breath filters through the holes of your cordless phone? Expiring a continent away, it seems other objects draw you away from the elliptic of our love. My heart beats green as grass. Tenuous as a dew drop on the blade. Consolation never comes from tired sighs or drawn out love laden goodbyes.