Emotion comes. Scenes from the past and imagined scenes from the present, somewhere else, somewhere secret and altogether horrible explode like fireworks in my head. Times like these I sing your songs. I wash the dishes and sing your songs. I hug the dog and sing your songs. I fold the laundry and sing your songs. I collapse on the bathroom floor, the tiles cold and hard on my naked skin, and sing your songs. If it weren't for your songs, right here right now, I'd be gone. I pass the time and sing your songs and eventually the moment passes and life goes on. You make me feel safe.