Hallelujah, I'm listening to a recording of you sleeping next to me. A cappella, I'm listening to you cover Eliot Smith's Angeles. Yes, these times I'll need if you go. So, get better, my darling, I know you will. Get better, my darling, I know you will get better. I'm drawn to the motorway, the cold rush of trucks passing. There's nighttime under sodium light, the orange bread is all quietening. A younger you and a younger me, meeting at the sharpened time. I am yours, you are mine. Happy birthday, staff smuggled in a card I made to dress under your pillow. When out of ICU you cringe at all the I love yous, the card retired a life of one by a row. At this time, I wanted you to know, at this time, I wanted you to know. Get better, my darling, I hope you will. Get better, my darling, I hope you will get better. I'll start the day with tiramisu, raisin spoon to frontline workers. An underfunded principle, they risk all to be there for us. A younger you and a younger me, meeting at the sharpened time. I am yours, you are mine. You are the baker, I'll christen this new era with the smell of freshly baked bread. You're Nutella, I'll keep it in the cellar, you're always a fan of that spread. Six months on, there's a car crash outside the fire brigade. Using the jaws of life, no flush at night. To sound your return, I still pretend you're only out of sight. From garden bouquet, I threw it at the fire brigade. I was admonished and told to go back inside. From the living room window, I stand and watch the white sheep go. Over the family car and I close my eyes. I still pretend you're only out of sight. You're only out of sight in another room. Smiling at your phone, I still pretend, you're only out of sight in another room. Smiling at your phone, I still pretend, you're only out of sight in another room. Smiling at your phone, I still pretend, you're only out of sight in another room. Smiling at your phone, I still pretend, hey younger me, hey younger you. Meeting at this urban time. The beginning of spring, you wore those yellow red jeans. Your look defied my 2009. Your shyness stoked my boredness. Shall we go in, I smile. Your hand warmed walking through the gallery. Get better. I know I will. Get better. My darling, I know I will.