I made you make those sounds, say those words your hadn't said for so long -
I called them out to dance on the ceiling over the bed where we made...
I never lied about who I was
about the snap short circuits and loose wiring;
I told stories of the wars played out on this landscape while we ate breakfast in bed,
I warned you that I papered the windows with black plastic because the light of the passing souls were too Bright.
You were too bright and you reeled me towards you as though seeing clearly came from blindness.
And when I cried out and pulled away it surprised you to hear the pain in my voice.
Things are coming to an end anyway and well...
...have the greatest amount of respect but...
... perhaps in different circumstances....
I will not apologise for me - but I am sorry for you.
