September

Want to walk out of here, and my footprints in the dust will be the only autograph I leave behind. I won't even lock the door, just leave it all there. You can have it if you want it, but I don't know why you would want it. I'll take care of the two people who matter to me, and the rest is nothing but more dust....and there's enough of that here already.

And Emily will be standing in the hallway, her eyes sparkling, her long wait over at last. And I'll reach for her hand, and she'll reach for mine, and when our fingers twine together there'll be no turning back. "Is it really finally over Jim? Can we really finally start our lives now?" "Yes we can, Angel. You saw my body lying on the bed, didn't you? It's someone else's problem now...."

And before we walk out the door we'll stop to kick the dust off our shoes on the old cast iron step that leads out of here. And the dust will settle on the tile and the slate, but we'll be so far gone by then.... And the stars and moons and comets will try to suck our light up but it will be too much for them.