Sep 20
The summer sun is fading as the year grows old,
and darker days are drawing near,
the winter winds will be much colder,
now you're not here.
I watch the birds fly south across the autumn sky
and one by one they disappear
I wish that I was flying with them,
now you're not here
Jul 20
I can't sleep. It's stupid o'clock, so I reach over and flick on the Ipod touch. It blinks into life and I hit the Tweetdeck icon.
And there it is again, as it was 2 nights ago, and no doubt last night, and any of the other nights for the past couple of weeks. It's a conversation, a back and forth of thoughts and comments. A very public private conversation.
I stare and consider. I don't speak, I don't type. I watch the screen refresh; another comment appears, a sad face, a smiley icon, a rude gesture, a hug, a goodnight.
I close the application and go back to sleep.