Two years on, the bank bought the house Your mother tried but couldn't make the payments I tried as I could but couldn't keep it going So many memories just left to fade
No trace of life, no trace of a body You just went clear off the edge of the earth Didn't bring a map, didn't plan to come back Did you suffer, Gillian?
There'll always be part of me that remembers But I know that there's always something missing I'll try to move forward from this loss But how could I make sense of it all?
I've been holding it all together for too long now So much so I've forgotten myself Been trying to be stronger than I used to be Rebuilding to learn to love someone else
Where does love go? Where does it bleed out? What can be done to stem the flow What can quell the hurt, what can ebb the tide?
Where does love go? Where does love lost get found again When does it stop hurting so much? Oh, does it ever really stop?
Can I try to make connections new With the ghost of you Still lingering 'round all I know? Can I try to keep my heart aligned And try to pretend I'm alright With you still missing from my life?
from "the island", a selection from a larger body of work