"Maybe a French cigarette." She said. "It's the end of the night."
The winter has settled in. The war already seems lost for us.
"Maybe, in another life, you and I are happy." She said.
II
The highway is mostly empty, heading south out of town.
There are always 18 wheelers going somewhere, though.
The lake is dark and invisible as we pass over the bridge.
III
"Maybe, the world will end." She said. "It's our shot at peace."
Sad song on the radio, from high school, when passions burned.
"Maybe, it'll be like turning off the radio." She said. "Just quiet."
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