Water leaks from the ceiling
into a rusty saucepan...

I jog to the newsagents
around the corner from our...

Marooned upon
every square inch of your...

Look, our children
are playing in the snow...

Your voice,
leaking portraits...

I have anchored
myself here because the...

Is there a weakness
in caring so much...

Calmness
Stillness...

At 3am
your cracked lips...

From a murky window, I watch you disappear
Through dusty picture albums, your face is not so...

Fields,
trees...

Vagrancy often visits my doorstep
and talks and talks of...