Get Better

Hallelujah

I'm listening to a recording of you sleeping next to me

A capella

I'm listening to you cover Elliott Smith's 'Angeles'

It's these times I'll need if you go

It's these times I'll need if you go

So

Get better, my darling

I know you will

Get better, my darling

I know you will get better

I'm drawn to the motorway

The cold whoosh of trucks passing

This night-time under sodium light

The orange spread is soul-quieting

A younger you and a younger me

Meeting at the Serpentine

I am yours

You are mine

Happy birthday

Staff smuggled in a card I made

It rests under your pillow

When out of ICU, you'll cringe at all the "I love yous"

That card retired the life of one biro

At this time, I wanted you to know

At this time, I wanted you to know

Get better, my darling

I hope you will

Get better, my darling

I hope you will get better

I'll start the day with tiramisu

Raise a spoon to frontline workers

An underfunded principle

They risk all to be there for us

A younger you and a younger me

Meeting at the Serpentine

I am yours

You are mine

You were the baker

I'll christen this new era

With the smell of freshly-baked bread

Your Nutella, I'll keep it in the cellar

You were always a fan of that spread

Six months on, there's a car crash outside

The fire brigade using the jaws of life

No flush at night to sound your return

I still pretend you're only out of sight

Front garden bouquet, I threw it at the fire brigade

I was admonished and told to go back inside

From the living-room window

I stand and watch the white sheet go

Over the family car and I close my eyes

I still pretend you're only out of sight in another room

Smiling at your phone

I still pretend you're only out of sight in another room

Smiling at your phone

I still pretend you're only out of sight in another room

Smiling at your phone

I still pretend you're only out of sight in another room

Smiling at your phone

I still pretend

A younger me, a younger you

Meeting at the Serpentine

The beginning of spring

You wore those yellow ripped jeans

Your look defined my 2009

Your shyness stoked my boldness

"Shall we go in?" I smiled

Your hand warmed, walking through the gallery

(Get better)

I know I will

(Get better)

My darling

I know I will