and my need is ever present
i am watching it multiply all over again
so i have been taught a lesson
but the pain cannot be segregated

well… we lost each other…
but, to be honest though
i am not entirely sure –
that we ever found each other

i cannot stop loving you
no matter what i do
i cannot let go
i know you are not everything
but you are a special something

the house is fine
it is feeling confident and alive
yet the space of the spare room
and its feeling,
betrays the outside

memories have burned
and people are concerned
concerned,
that their habitat is ill conceived
and that luck is not received

life as sand
sand in a timer that drops steadily
that ebbs away
and nibbles at our future so readily

you know,
there is no personality –
in those first judgements
or in the palms of your hands