Faith and feeling
I miss your voice now when your sleeping
I'm bored now
and smiling just takes so much more now
I'm desperate
England hates you now and the rest of us, enduring
even though there's nothing left
Faith and reason
I know now there's no space between them
I'm lonely
now that there's nothing left to disown
I'm awful, folded over
bent like an Orca's dorsal
and drawings in envelopes
the only way to cope