All I can hear is noise – a tidal wave drowning me, reminding me that there is always more than me, swamping my efforts to be.

Your tears, Sally’s tears, her tears, my tears – rivers of tears. Nothing but tears.

Perhaps as I die in that last moment there will be the quiet that I long for?

Love is so many things – a hand on a waist, a whisper that becomes a kiss.

No squirrel, my only friend has gone – just the rain – perhaps God’s tears?

Be safe my beautiful one – always x.