Emily

I lost my voice I'm just like yesterday's papers that don't make a point of any of the news they bring I'm like urgent loveletters lost in the mail arriving that so much a little toolate when they do not mean a thing And Emily wrote about 'Love's stricken why' the words that she used were a little obtuse but never a lie Hugest hearts doth break like a piece of cake I lost my heart who would have thought something broken was so hard to guard The absence is heavy it's pressing like air I'm a ghost of a nobody who's not even there not even there (late as we all for our own funeral) and Emily tell me is all this a lie or do we at some point stop looking for things we're not meant to find or is he still on your mind? Well. Yes.