On a Tuesday in December, when you walked out I remember. You were smiling as you turned around. In the hallway, lingered in the doorway. Still the words you said to me, they make me think of how we used to be.
Here you are now, fresh from your wars. Back from the edge of time. And all that you were, stripped to the bone. I thought you'd want to know. . When you feel the world is crashing.