there is a light that never goes out

i can only think of everything that will never happen. and of course the never agains. never the four corners of the country, never montreal, never cross-country. never another show. never mentioning most reminiscent songs. never recounting the first days. never hines, timberlake on country roads, dixboro, woodward, belle isle. never chicago, westerly suburbs, never walking to the park in ferndale after dark. never that tattoo. never your whisper half-asleep. never little gifts. never new memories. never the catherine wheels, lows, will oldhams, minerals, slowdives. never my cover album. never another nervous serenade. never the sunrise, morning music, taking breaths on balconies. never whiskey and wine. never the sameness. never those wide-eyes. never that fascination.