Laze in the meadow dew,
while the spring air rustles,
let it brush each strand of hair
to reveal your pale angelic face.
Your voice makes me crumble,
its been a long time Henry.
I'm only home when you hold me,
when my heart thuds
like crashing waves on the shore,
your sweet words whisper in the wind,
'Clare, I will always love you.'
In unison, we are aloft
on a blanket of butterflies,
but then your're gone, like magic
your fingertips no longer protect mine.
I can only breathe your scent,
from that old crumpled t-shirt,
Sex Pistols, your favourite.
All that's left is a pile of clothes
and the darkness that settles upon them.
I'll wipe away my tears as i begin to walk away,
Henry, I will always love you.