He asked me at the airport, ‘and what, prey tell, brings you here to Ireland, what is the nature of your visit exactly?’ ‘A death in the family’, I lied. ‘Oh, I’m terribly sorry for your loss, terribly sorry. Go on ahead then’. What? What made me say that? She isn’t dead! How could I…… Continue reading Can’t take my eyes off you
I see you from across the lounge, but yet, I know, it cannot be you. Your face is a little rounder, your eyes brighter, but still I stare. You don’t recognise me, but I’ve seen your face before. Last time, you looked different, gaunt, tired and desolate. I could not forget your eyes. But I…… Continue reading My darling girl, you are gone but not forgotten
I can’t get this song out of my head. It’s like as if it’s talking to my soul everyday and saying it will be okay, you know him best, others don’t understand. You have always loved his blue eyes and those strong hands that have held you for years. Those hands are magic and you…… Continue reading I cried for you, too
He never forgave me for losing his Pink Floyd – Wish you were here, limited edition postcard that he had sacrificed by sending to me all those years ago – and could not believe it when I told him I must have thrown it out – he was genuinely shitty with me over that and often mentioned it over the years.
The Lotus Shoe 