We believe in you. There is no danger. It is not getting dark.

...What do you want to be? You just wanted to play in your own backyard, but you don't know where your own yard is, exactly. You just wanted to prove that there was one safe place, just one safe place where you could love him. You have not made that place yet. You are here. You are here. You are still right here.

Hold onto your voice. Hold onto your breath. Don't make a noise, don't leave the room until I come back from the dead for you. I will come back from the dead for you.

This could be a city. This could be a graveyard. This could be the basket of a big balloon. Leave the lights on. Leave a trail of letters like those little knots of bread we used to dream about. We used to dream about them. We used to do a lot of things. Pick up the bread and devour it. I'm in the hallway again, I'm in the hallway. The radio's playing my favourite song. Leave the lights on. Keep talking. I'll keep walking toward the sound of your voice.

I adore Richard Siken - and these lines remind me of Wesley, one my most beloved fictional heroes:

Wesley: I told you I would always come for you. Why didn't you wait for me?
Buttercup: Well... you were dead.
Wesley: Death cannot stop true love. ...All it can do is delay it for a while.

-The Princess Bride