Your fake falsetto tones brought my energy up to your bones. Points plotted to depart, crossed as any star, so fixed, so far. I'm assaulted by autumn lights, gone to seed and pasture each night. A single engine descends. A needle at a record's end, so dear, so spent. All we didn't know when the shutter snapped, how we didn't even brace for the impact. Certain whispers that will never echo back. You are not forgiven. We are not forgiven.