rapture

Martyn.
I went to America to find something good
And quiet to replace him with, like he had found in June
To replace me
But it didn't work out that way.

I returned with a new fringe, some books and a burned back
A little heavier, stories to tell
No replacement.

I want to be the action and fold the sheet
I'm not sure what to do.

Hayley,

When the sky falls down, we lay on the ground.

So try this.

Stand, put on a pretty dress, and see what happens...

Losing someone you never thought you could miss, you realise that you're not interested in the perfection of what has replaced her, only the missing sensation of the ordinary banality of what you once shared.

Listen.

If i had the drive, and the attention span i could write a book about you
Each page would be punctuated with huge forests and great lakes with clear waters
You and i, we would meet in the middle, between the dramatic arrest and the unexpected death we still can't talk about
The book would end with the sound of your last cigarette burning out
Listen really hard
It's there