when we were old it was so morbid and when the ambulance
ran us down,
we smiled, for the chalk lines around the finale would've
made such a cool walk-off.
instead, i forgot all the way back to the beginning when
that was now and this is then,
but really, there are no complications,
so c'mon, don't cry, everything's ruined,
the sirens are in the trees, high above us in branches
are carvings of names no longer ours,
visible in hindsight