And she says, " You're saying no"
And I say, " Margo,I have a whole life there,and I'm not you,and I" But I can't say anything because she kisses me again,and it's in the moment that she kisses me that I know without question that we're headed in different directions. She stands up and walks over to where we were sleeping, to her backpack. She pulls out the moleskin notebook, walks back to the grave,and places it in the ground.