TomorrowThe woman that is sat next to me has fallen asleep. The rocking motion of the coach has, after some time, lolled her head onto my shoulder and in trying to stop it from happening I have squeezed myself into the corner, pressed up between the cold window and this sleeping woman. I sigh, and she snores.It has been three hours since I boarded the coach. The wet weather has caused bad traffic, and for the better part of half an hour we (my fellow coach travellers and I) have been sat behind honking cars and vans. Now, however, we are on our way again. After such a long time sitting still in the traffic the simple forty miles per hour that we are moving at feels like one hundred. Maybe I will reach you before the sun goes down.This thought brings your face into my mind. I need to close my eyes to see you properly and I dont think I can remember your haircut quite right, but youre there. A deep rush of emotion chokes my throat and I force my mouth into a tight thin line to stop
a new take on W.C.Wi am sorrythat you had to dealwith my wraththe other dayyou weren't expecting itand i thinki scared youplease forgive mebut reallyyou should know by nownot to wakea sleeping me.
the fall of IcarusIcaruswhen you hit the waternobody noticedperhaps a sheepflicked an earor a birdtook flightas you flounderedand swallowed waterby the lungfuli walked bydidnt see.
192Don't ever tell anybody anythingyour memoriesthey'll turn in their gravesand moan in discontentbut ignore their wailingpretend you don't hearrecollect their departurethat momentwhen he diedwhen he leftwhen she just went awayand push throughwork on itbut don't ever tell anybody anythingif you do, you start missing everybody.
instrumentalWe're walking hand in hand and I feel your fingers pressed between mine and the pulses in our thumbs beat against each other silently, speaking to each other while our mouths remain closed and our thoughts are in our own heads, undiscovered. I feel a need to speak, to say what I mean, what my pulse thinks and I turn and I see you staring ahead and I begin to say and then you pull your hand away and tell me you've got to go, and then you're kissing me briefly and then you're gone.