Tremor of light, the sky, a porcelain wall. Landing at Heathrow, a Tuesday in the fall, you are sleeping next to me. I just let go your hand, I hope I can go through with this, I hope you understand. I leave you dreaming in row twelve, run quickly down the escalator. At customs I am first in line, you wake now, it's three minutes later, I am gone.

God that was strange to see you again, introduced by a friend of a friend. Smiled and said 'yes I think we've met before', in that instant it started to pour. Captured a taxi despite all the rain, we drove in silence across Pont Champlain, and all of the time you thought I was sad, I was trying to remember your name. This scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin, tried to reach deep but you couldn't get in, now you're outside me, you see all the beauty, repent all your sins.

( this is an lj cut )