I never wanted
to be
what you
turned me into,
but I will
live with it,
for I
don't know
how else to live
with myself.

do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not here, I do not sleep
I am the thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glint on these snow
I am the sunlight-ripened grain,
I am the gentle morning rain

And when you wake in the morning’s hush,
I am the sweet uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.

Don't worry mum.
I'm worse than you think
But no way near as bad as you fear.

I'm driving
and i'm remembering
a dream I had
And you were there, and I was there
and I'm driving
driving on the dark, empty streets
(the city can't afford to keep the lights on)
And in my dream you came to bed with me
You kissed me
A honey kiss
Sticky & sweet, leaving your nectar on my lips
leaving me wishing I had more
And I'm driving, still.
remembering more things,
but they aren't that important
Nothing really feels important
Except you kissed me
that sweet surprise of a kiss
the kind of kiss in a French New Wave film
And i'm driving
And i'm remembering
It was just a dream.