She says, "I don't care about the truth you left out."    She lights up and looks away.    I can't feel what to say.    I say, "I can't feel anymore. I know I'm older than you. I'll give you all I've got to, everything there is to give.          "Everything is green", she said, "Look how green everything is. How can you say the things you say you feel when everything's green like it is?"    Everything's not really green.    Rain that let the sun shine in.    My car outside, the tears I cried, the road I'll drive the hell away from you.       She says not to say a word as she sits up on the couch.    Her hair is up her chin in her hand, she looks like she is dreaming.    She looks outside from where she sits.    There is something in me that I can't close up.    She has a body, she has eyes.    She is my morning say her name.