cold
and fragile.
I lay.
in a ball.
in a bubble.
of loneliness

how I wish
how I wish
you were here.
he sings

on the side
facing the wall.
patient.
I have to be

two lost souls.
he sings.
swimming in a
fish bowl

small
and anxious.
I lay.
in my own dark.
grave

what have we found,
Gilmour,
the same old.
fears

leave.
the sand
and wild roses.
I’m still.
waiting!!

wish.
you.
were.
here.