Aren't there enough words
flowing in your veins
to keep you going?

... its true history written on human skin, to be left unread.

A man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river
but then he's still left
with the river. A man takes his sadness and throws it away
but then he's still left with his hands.

The wind knocks the heads of the flowers together.
Steam rises from every cup at every table at once.
Things happen all the time, things happen every minute
that have nothing to do with us.

"No one," Seth said bitterly. "Your little secret's still safe."

He turned away so that he would not have to bear witness as she left him. He heard the door open, felt the gasp of cold air.  

"You're not the one I'm ashamed of," Laura murmured, and she walked out of his life.