For Emma

Narrator:

(So apropos:

Saw death on a sunny snow)

Him:

“For every life…”

Her:

“Forgoe the parable.”

Him:

“Seek the light.”

Her:

“…My knees are cold.”

(Running home, running home, running home, running home…)

Her:

“Go find another lover;

To bring a… to string along!”

“With all your lies,

You’re still very lovable.”

“I toured the light; so many foreign roads for Emma, forever ago.”