"His ghost leaps through the curtains gently whispering her name..it hovers over crushed momentos trying to explain, and maybe it takes forty years of patience, swimming through the tears to guard her each and every lonely night..still the pictures flow through the night."
"I swear that I'll protect you if you'd only look into my eyes" "Someone else's world goes by as my train runs through this night.." "Pack all my troubles and dreams and start again somewhere...one day this ship will depart, when I stop dying I'll start to live again a new way." "Loving you is a world that's strange, so much more than my heart can hold, loving you makes the whole world change. Nobody knows when love will end so til then sweet friend, time is like a dream and now for a time you are mine, lets hold fast to the dream that tastes and sparkles like wine." "Look at the stars, see how they shine for you." "No one's picking up the phone cause it's clear he's gone" Keys to an empty house, old photos and concert programs, stones from Orkney, thirteen years worth of letters, his old journals, ten years worth of weekly tape swaps minus the two in the tape deck echoing now in the emptiness that once was full of the flotsam that was my life in this house. A book on Jacobite Scotland, a lock of his hair braided to be entwined with a lock of mine, the unicorn he gave me for my 21st birthday nestled in tissue paper with the dragon I gave him for his 28th birthday, a photo of a grave in Tanworth-in-Arden, a first edition Harry Potter book, a jar of sand from a beach we were at, the train stubs from the Apple Orchard trip, every Sarah newsletter, the photo of us he kept in his car, a photo of him with Kjartan and Jonsi from Sigur Ros, a broken cello bow...thirteen years worth of memories in a large box which sits in the empty bedroom. The last box to be taken out before I close the door one last time. Even though I kept tripping over it, I havent been ready to take it out of the house or maybe I just havent been ready to let go at all.
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