Drawn from the words
How absurd still to reach out for you
Driving by kerbs aching to impeach the truth
You, my one love, so long in the making
You, my one heart, so strong in the braking
Ten years of loss to blame
On that the day of saddest of blue
Glad-rags packed away, off to bleach the blackest hue
The hurt is deep, although more so the longing
The ache goes on, increasing also the non-belonging
