I knew the sky was beautiful, big and blue
I just didn't know how to take the photograph
I knew I fancied to live my whole life with you
I just didn't know you thought I was having a laugh
I might eat potatoes
I won't eat hay
I might drive forever
Till the end of the day
I saw the sadness in her eyes
Her soles hardly left the pavement
She shuffled along in her bland clothing
Could I help her
Would my words help her
Might it help to talk
Does it always help to talk
I listened to Helen Dunmore
Reading her poem Wild Strawberries
In that one instant I thought
Of the almost violent beauty
And the ever vigilant pain
At the very extremities of love
