Real understanding
of what true love would require...

However often I recycle the screen
it takes me nowhere except the same...

From the time I held you
for the first ever...

From world travels we two have made
I sift through pictures of our life...

All around me,
separated four or five to a pen...

The air is heavy with your perfume
pulls me to you like a homing dove...

Eyes will be windows
to the soul unless you are...

When we met we were silent
- a glance...

John picked things up off the ground.
He'd read flyers, old papers...

I have been broken
many times in life...

He
died with...

In times of need
your friends will feed...