Go and listen to Sara Parkman!

If you go where I cannot follow

You remember this.

What we do is not where we are…

Is not how we have loved

‘Cos you have the last face that I want to see.

And these are the last hands I want laid upon me.

How we talk

Is not what we think.

Is not how we have loved.

And yours are the last lips that I want to kiss

Here in the last bed that you and I fit

How we walk is not how we danced

It’s not

How we have loved.