Your Life In France

[Written by Ross Farrar] You remember sitting inside the café Selfishly aware of things You couldn’t change Edith was buried down the same street ‘Give your heart & soul to me’ You remember the first time You called Life arranged by feelings You felt Standing in the snow Always gone The door in the floor Always closed You sat down on the patio Watched the cars go by Heard the splash from Icarus Falling from the sky There was something You couldn’t move You couldn’t be Love turned into reasoning Became so harrowing People You loved Places You saw Portions are gone