me and martha plimpton in an elevator her golden labrador kissed my index finger two in the morning summer saturated i d been drinking and it d be raining and it felt so strange cause i didn t know what to say and when she smiled i turned away but that s so like me timid self conscious crippling she seemed so friendly and i must have seemed uninteresting soaked from walking and smelled like booze and cigarettes i stood there listening to her light breathing and i wanted to say that i really loved her films i wanted to make her laugh and smile but i stood still i managed to mutter hello her eyes shining in the fancy elevator lights i stood awkwardly hands fluttering the doors parted and she said goodnight to me and her voice was like a song that wouldn t leave my head and i thought martha i m running on empty well i couldn t help but think i missed another chance to live but isn t that the way it always ends the way it always ends