Come in, come in, what can I get you? Would you try strawberry tea with a dash of whisky, excuse my behaviour I haven't been sleeping so well, I'm waiting you see! He told me he'd be back so soon, to sit by the window and count changes of the moon, to kiss him for each one when he steps in and to not tire myself from working like I do when I'm stressed - my love, forgive my appearance I should have been dressed, but I'm waiting you see! And I can't exert myself, he said to nurture my soft hands, my delicate fingers like they are our children and to touch him with them, and he'll touch my-
Oh yes, the tea!
Strawberries are so beautiful, hmm? Like roses in the sun and blood when it's fresh, when he cut me with that mesh around that house plant in the corner and called it a metaphor for our love, that night he'd told me he'd had enough and I cried and it woke him, it shook him, it spoke to him, it took him - he told me he's sorry and he'll be back don't I worry, wait for him, wait for him, wait for him and I did and I do and I-
Goodness I babble so much, you must stop me if I bore you! Oh, the night is still young, stay my dear, please my dear,
Alright, if you must
But will you be back soon?
I'll wait,
I