Here we are. Strange and a little uncomfortable in each other's presence.
Living in this weird void, the in between before the final farewell.
He plays music that kills me. The lyrics sinking down into my pores.
I wonder if he knows it. Surely he must know it...
Destroying my strength. I hide in the bathroom.
Muffling my sobbing. Muffling all feeling at all.
I punish myself, for my disorganisation,
My fear at losing a friend. It seems...
Like cutting off a limb. I have put it off too long.
The decay set in long ago.
Loss is never unavoidable.
For No One - The Beatles
Two Hearted Spider - Editors