sun has never meant much to her she's always found solace in the ash of the clouds like the ash between her teeth and she surveys the wreckage of what once mattered and doesn't anymore because she stopped caring and this has come from the hell we endure for just one more kiss these clouds and the sunburn that can still come from between them and she's always wanted to see the zoo in winter and he promised she would and he never took her and now he's gone into the ash leaving nothing but a whisper behind to tell her "remember."