every time i talk to my mates in egland i get all sentimental and i suddenly feel like i'm very far away (which i actually am).
so after talking to my babe Millie yesterday i came up with this:

Her voice is static reaching my ears through electirc wires,
winding through trees and across mountains in the wind.
Her memories strtch back twelve years, a lifetime,
a friendship, and she asks me for a poem.

I grip the lifless lump of plastic which seems to hold my life
as i would firmly hold her hand if the wire and plastic were not needed
and i hear my static tell her i would carve the poem in my skin
just to have her at my side once more, again, forever.

There is not enough ink in my pen for the poem i would write her
nor is there enough talent in my hand to be worthy of the task
but how could i dissapoint the wish of a shooting star?
I can but tell her she is my blood, my soul, my everything.

I cannot smile, i cannot laugh when she isn't in my sight;
she cannot see me fall or count the tears that i might cry.
Yet her image lights my path and gives me strength and hope
because when X-mas comes in her eyes i'll be newly born.

i do not want to sumbit it as art. i don't know why.
i just sometimes get nostalgic and homesick and lonely.
i miss my steel city...