No fingernail left to chew and the crack on our bay window is starting to come through.
You are looking for reasons.
Some are old but most are new and I don’t know what you want me to do.
It is cold when we should be warm.
You said love’s not enough and then you were gone.
The pines talk to me.
I’m staring out across the firth and you’ve never met my brother. Will you think of me in whatever life you try and find?
I know at least that you’ll have peace of mind.
It is cold when we should be warm.
You said love’s not enough and then you were gone.
It is worse when neither of us have done wrong.
We can’t fix what nobody wants.
