Dark, beneath where the line seeps. A frozen signature to sign us into premature birth. Our kisses stopped short, our gaze faltered on the idle highway. Will you, will I wait to see what could come to be from silence in the stars, from pain in our bodies? We touched, hoping our scars would burn out, hoping the universe would offer fresh wounds to see ourselves in the new moon. Torn apart in the accident. We quit without brakes needing the foot in the door. Our entrance to embracing arms - folded us into broken bones, forced us to swallow stones. Lost beneath the cold, white misery. Numb, though tragic when we recount our steps taken to fall.