one

testing

waiting

watching

waiting

hows that darling

Once in a lifetime

Blanketed he sat in the dim watching the telly box digital flickers on tan walls and a silent fireplace

She heard him whislte and strum

Strumming her face with his fingers

singing her life with his song

She heard he'd sung a good song, emboldened by the hunt for him - his voice had sang at solstice from every orrificein London and she loved him again close up - not by email and telcon

Blessed be