I'm sorry I didn't know what you were saying, but I was just listening to the sky. It's telling me to forget about the distant sting that's felt when you speak. As if you were a knife, you cut into the fiber of my being and took out my ability to feel content. Then, at the worst possible time in my life,
You told me to jump.
And I did.
"That's just my ole pal Marty from way back when...
He's dead to me."