With the street lamps lit, I spent long hours on the porch with Brandi Carlile. The way Ted and I did. Last year. I wanted to tell you thick tongued stories about meeting the love of my life. To fill you up with the mosquitoes that buzz under my skin. Show you the other side of this painted door I fight with. Where I go to talk to Samuel Beckett and wonder about my consciousness of dying. Now I'm finally happy. Just to sit quiet, together, and watch the dark roads shimmer under a changing sky.