A few nights later - it seemed – maybe it was weeks or months - we met again and talked till daylight.
I'd been to yet another party. I was beyond even sight and I'd driven home, barely missing the tree outside my caravan. I staggered inside and there you were. I didn’t know how I should feel but knowing and feeling were somehow absent at that time.
I lay down and, wrapped in apathy, I demanded that you explain judgement.
Even though I felt more connected to the mattress than to myself, I heard and understood what you were telling me...