and through the thick and shimmering mist of white cloth , i could see the distinct glimmer of her dark eyes . might be nothing but you never know . if she said tomorrow i 'd make it happen , if she said next year , i might have to give a little fight . they came in all sizes and shapes , all ages and styles . tears of pity and frustration for herself , and for this beautiful , fucked up man . something that would help her understand him better . the last plank came free of the cellar door . 