We remain seated on the blanket
Unaffectionate and empty of love
I offer a cup of Darjeeling
A shake of raven hair is the reply
Tears slowly flow down your porcelain skin
A worm of emotion curls inside me
Friends and foes and lovers and haters
We’ve played them all to the stalls
Now I wish we’d talked together
I long to hear us laugh forever
No more than ships passing have we become
Time hasn’t been a friend to us
It’s left it’s nasty and brutal scars
Grand chasms that our bridges can’t span
Gone is our structure
Dead and buried under ash and smoke
I eat my cake alone as you turn away
How I miss you my perfect English Rose