Driving west, into the dying light
The sun’s golden tears flooded into my eyes
I was too late to hold her; too late for one la-a-ast goodbye
It seemed so long since she’d been free
Peering out from her room with goldfish memories
Always with strangers; almost a stranger to me
She had already flown away
She had already flown away
In her final room, the lamp light was low
Her skin had settled, smooth on her bones
I reached out to touch her – her forehead cold and hard as a stone
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Like a thief in the night I thought I felt the room breathe as I searched for clues
I waited for my tears to start falling but I was stilled by the calm that filled the room
There in the night, I thought I felt heaven’s sound
All suffering over, all burdens laid down
For everything lost it seemed some deep, perfect truth had been found
She had already flown away
She had already flown away
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In the white, polite room, we stared in the box I barely recognised her at all
A vaguely familiar waxwork that makes you look twice in Madame Tussaud’s
The stories we told searched for who she had been
An immigrants’ daughter hockey stick teen
Office girl filmstar sitting on her airforce boy’s knee
all awl ball bore boar bawl brawl befall call core claw craw crawl drawl door fall four floor furore fore gall gore hall haul jaw mall more maul appall poor pall roar tall thaw thought install war wall yawl yore
it seemed some weight fell away/had been shed
No more need she suffer / The vale of tears
stories we told searched for who she had been
Immigrants’ daughter hockey stick teen
Office girl filmstar sitting on her airforce boy’s knee
brown bound clown crown down drown disown found frown profound ground gown hound mound noun pound plough row round sound astound town vowel wound
We stood round her box
Shy girl in a filmstars glasses
Sheep shit on her rolled up trousers
Twenty and bold
a writer of letters
her peace seemed/silence profound
A gardener’s daughter her mother a maid
We were too caught up in wishes to know or to see
Too lost in
up all night holding/calming a drunken boy’s fear
All the letters she’d written; every little detail of a all the
The photos around her
A shy
The photos around her
Her stillness spread out like My emptieness filled up with the
In the final room, in the soft gentle glow
Like a thief in the night, I search for her ghost
I reach out to touch her and know that I’m here all/truly alone
It seems so long, since she’s been here
Her emptiness now, so free/no hint of fear
I walk in trembling; end up still/calm
her stillness
choose clues
I am left/here all alone, like a thief in the night
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