A steaming hot shower....so hot my vast expanses of white flesh are boiled pink...(how I hate pink!!) I sit here staring at the clock waiting for 10am...acutely aware at 10am you will launch all your energy into the "task" at hand and this will keep you focused and whole... I however do not have anything to likewise distract myself. I have this city now littered with magic and moments and our ghosts... and my solitary thoughts.
I sit here and I can smell your skin, feel the texture of your lips and the fierceness you held me close with as we both waited for the moment we knew you must go. I look around this room which has been our world...embedding even this on my soul... feeling the partof you that responds to the deepest part of me.
And I know I could live there. I discovered that on the Sunday as I wandered around...waiting for you... absorbing.. But I will not return until you ask me to. And when you do I will be there as fast as life will allow me.
AND you have to try a deep fried Mars Bar, and tell me what it IS like. MUST. Northern delicacy indeed!!
Wandering this lovely city..retracing every step.. intensely aware of you. As I am now. As I ever will be.
