Dear Hannah,
Your lazy eyes
they do nothing to me.
Nothing to me. Nothing for me.

Again we're still here, why are we still here? The days are still growing shorter even though we stretch our words out to last.

I did not put my signature down. I did not sign off, 'Love always, forever, till tomorrow and the day after, till the day we said we'd meet, always and always'. I could not tell you my story of the ducks in Andrew’s Pond. I could not wish you well, nor could I see you, I cannot see you.