at the top of the house
 where the angels change
 I found you flooding hard
 in the gallery fire
 your image was saved
 but the flowers had no card
 
 these old shoes no longer fit
 does that make this the end of it?
 at least I tried, at least I cried
 at least I was someone's valentine
 
 somewhere in the dust
 is a face I've touched
 trapped in a full stop mood
 when the colour returns
 I will rise again
 and jump the filthy roofs
 
 "I'll be warmer in here
 I'll be safer alone"
 in a cobweb of cold sweat?
 if I flew to the top of the house
 and the angels weren't there
 I'd catch my breath