I never moved on.I can’t , I don’t want to. He did.

Where have I gone? Nowhere. The fast track to nowhere.Smack bang in the middle.

I dreamt of our old apartment last night.I was on tour and you were painting the bathroom.

It’s all hopeless.It is too cold to move but I have to rug up and run.I will hate myself even more if I don’t. I guess if you squint you could almost imagine me on your side of the stage if that is what you really wanted.

So run I will and with every foot fall in the freezing cold I will imagine.

Because that is what I do.

I should limit myself.This is doing no good.