Do you feel the comfort here?
Here in the echo?
It grows with every breath



We dream differently now
a perfect repeat doesn’t exist.
the gentle push makes us forget.



Everything is the same
you might not recognise it.

We held on as long as we could, knitted together.
You were endless and I keep forgetting.



It was the way it fell across your face
all the broken bone and veins and arteries and hearts.


Mark