I wonder if you still tell our story to other people. I wonder if you’re still up north with your new man and you'll say 'I knew a poet'. I wonder if he will be showing you pictures of the world, and you'll say ‘I knew a man who's seen Melbourne to Reykjavik.’ Sometimes I run into the people we used to know but they won't recognize me without you by my side. They will introduce themselves, and ask how you're doing and I'll say, ‘I don't know anymore.’