And there are angels singing in heaven when
He kissed her on the mouth,
Bowing their heads now.
Look again, but they are all leaving.
Madeline, she is numb.
Yes, my Lord.
Last night he found out that
He was made for better things.
The day is just passing him by.
Rain falls like ink down his face.
He is running wild in the same old hurricane.
There are punnets of plums on the table.
She lifts one to her mouth,
It is already in her hand.
Mother is alive as a Christmas tree walks and talks.
Orange juice slamming. O God
She can hear
There are flowers everywhere,
Running away from her all over the floor.
They are laughing at her Mother.
There are flowers growing around her wrists,
Pulling her to the door.
Follow the leader.
It is like an escape.
How can you get back what you have lost?