emote:

Stumbling winter, remember being scared of cities and other places,
we could count on each other then, what will you say after you've been
something somebody had seen, like exhaust against the lightening sky,
that kind of quick, that kind of goodbye.
Crisp breath, I know you will forget the names of those who lay here beaten.
You look like someone who once was here, you will love him as I did,
we have more in common than that, we are bound by air and restricted by time
and motion and blur and momentum until we are exhausted.