Sifted through the library of the last ten years. And there hasn't, I don't suppose been a moment we can hold as close as the night we kicked of our clothes and swam in the salt I wish a deep and early grave to the collection of moments I caved, whether they were minute or massive waves, as I lay in the bed we made, swallowed whole. Soon we'll leave this place for not a full stop but parentheses. The most lovely of life sentences. All I wanted was to mention this, you're here in my heart.