She presses against his face
That lost look in his eyes digitised
Immortalised in high definition
I've seen that face at home
In other countries
It speaks of hurt
That you want to run
"You might as well rip my heart out"
You answer quickly
I can hear your shame bounce off her cheek
You'll return at once
"You might as well rip my heart out"
A lost vocation
A locked shed
A set of keys
A single name on a policy
"You might as well rip my heart out"
Reminders of what's been taken
By disease and with the passage of time
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