their hair was long.
their eyes were shadows.
they wore straps and seashells round the wrists.
when a storm, they ran away to the meadows,
they made love and ruptured in a mist.
they were young and wise.
they were wild and steel.
when they stole, they stole; when they prayed, they prayed.
in this paperworld only they were real.
i can't see them anywhere.
where are they?
there was no time.
dear, now it's plenty.
heaps of blurred smiles and knuckles on Polaroids.
God has left us, Sis, we are pretty empty.
we are emptier than the heart of void.