John Freeman
Here, again, grief fashioned in its cruelest translation:
my imagined you is all I have of you.
Encore (2019)
Catfish and the Bottlemen
The Balance
and trust me
when gotten right
we’re tenfold
to that same old
plain routine from night to night
and trust me
it feels like
an uproar
in encore
when you ask of me to walk that line
The Unicorn Road (2008)
Martin Davies
And before she could leave she had a latter to write: a letter of farewell, an invitation, a promise, a letter that had been written before, countless times, by women preparing to make a journey.