it's all part of the process

Sam Hedges was forty years old and lost his wife in the dead of night of the living dead calm in the face of danger danger frozen road to nowhere, to nothing but sand stuck to your toes stuck in the sand stuck to your toes stuck in the sand stuck to your toe the line and tell me to my face, you coward on the run down house, alone on a hill, alone on a hill, alone, alone, alone when his wife died he'd look at her portrait and say to no one in particular: "No matter what anyone says, remember that I still love you."

Yours,

I

If I were a smell, I would be...burnt wood