I'm whistling you a tune to waft into. Some say to walk with the wind on your heels. I don't do that. I crash forward with clunky, massive steps cracking concrete, shattering asphalt and charging onward like a directionless bull. If anything, I barrel into you like a semi off a freeway. You smile and say you never knew what hit you. You fall backwards. As I run towards, you cave in. I'm pressing my lips against you with something akin to force. (the desperation of the intoxicated) I burrow into your chest trying to make a place to hide in. You sigh and fall to pieces; crumble into dust to lay in.