The moonlight shows us for what we really are. We are not among the living, and so we cannot die. But neither are we dead. For too long I've been parched of thirst and unable to quench it. Too long I've been starving to death and haven't died. I feel nothing. Not the wind on my face nor the spray of the sea. Nor the warmth of a woman's flesh.
— When else? When else was I proper and dignified?
— All the time. You're always dressed right. You always look right. You always say the right thing. You're very nearly perfect.
— That's a rotten thing to say.
— Before we were married, I thought you slept with a tie.
— No, just for very formal sleeps.
— Boy, you have absolutely no sense of the ridiculous. Like last thursday night, you wouldn't walk barefoot with me in Washington Square Park. Why not?
— Simple answer. It was 17 degrees.
I've been sacrificed
My heart's been cauterized
Hanging on to hope
Shackled by the ghost
Of what I once believed
That I could never be
What's right in front of me.