"It's snowing.."
It may have happened, last, at an awful time in my life;
And yet, whenever it will snow, I feel magic still.
Perhaps the country freezing was, partly, his gift to me on leaving...
Or very possibly, a Sorry for doing so.

I can be selfish at times,
And yet so was he.

White, a fresh start, a decade at it's most fresh,
And here I stand, no flesh on show,
You see no indentation or stain,
As more nothing falls from the sky.
That's why I want Christmas isn't it?
For here, in my beloved England, it all goes together.
I'll lay in the snow, whilst windows glow orange in the distance.
The sky won't part from the horizon, I could spin and land some where up there,
Oh maybe I have.

Ill never feel sad, when the snow will fall.
And as far as I know,
He did it to soften the blow.




Our Bradleigh Fucking Jones.