A
hundred pictures of the same face, the same face
A
tribute to a love now replaced, now replaced
200
eyes stare down
On my
ever darker frown
Photos
so tenderly collected, collected
Displayed with blue tac, and protected, protected
Now
he’s looking on down at me
And
laughing at what he sees
Ch:
And now there’s 2 4 8 16 pieces
Of
each face upon the floor
Tearing up the final shreds
Of
life before
And I
see 2 4 8 16 pieces
Of him
staring up at me
A
mosaic of a love
That
could not be
An
article from the NME, NME
A
still of him getting an Emmy, an Emmy
A face
I once adored
I
can’t bear to see any more
It
feels so good as it all comes down, all comes down
A
spring inside starts to be unwound, be unwound
The
process has just begun
In my
own room 101
M8: The end of an era
And
love comes no nearer