We are the nothing waiting in bad dreams,nwe are the first cracks in the ice,nwe are the hour hand, forever love's bitch, andnwe are the tears in those who have come before.nAnd you whisper, you whisper this could be the end.nnThe soft escape of closing eyelids,nthe haunt of long nights still to come.nFirst blinding light then only darkness.nThe cracks in pavement spell your name.nElectric whir of closing sirens,neach word hangs rigid in the air.nFirst scattered mass then constellation,nwe held your hand as you learned.