So — before the gravel digs into the ragged skin of our knees, before the gods hear our cries for either mercy or a miracle, I will be the Check.I will be the knife in your pocket, your jacket on a lonely night.
I will be the remedy you hear among the rumbling fractures of a storm and all of the right words in all of the wrong situations.You once asked why — I'll let you know when I've found the answer.