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Fog covers the city tonight, a cloud of deceit covering cracks in the pavement, deeper scars still, swallowing everything you've left behind. The mersey flows freely, an inky depth of sunken row boats, broken bottles, the skeletons of discarded memories and those who could not pay. Disembodied voices can be heard over the choking gurgle of the water, sinister in their mystery. Only the lamp light penetrates the oppressive air, murky stars clasped in glass houses, they are pinpoints on my journey… Continue

The house of memories is framed in the morning light, while winters hush hangs heavy on the air. As birds rush silently upwards the mourners arrive. My throat burns with tears i dare not release, remembering the crunch of gravel underfoot and the laughter we once shared, faces, innocent faces, pressed against the glass looking for adventure. My vision is blurred as i stand on the edge of grief, no anchor to keep me in reach of happiness. You and I were driftwood floating on the same tides, pulle… Continue

Forcing a smile they turn towards the camera, one - two - three - Flash. Pinpricks of light dance beneath his closed eyelids, like the sparklers he would twsit and twirl through the velvet nights of winter as a child. Forcing his eyes open he can hardly bring himself to look at the happy faces that surround him, laughter that he used to share and rejoice in now echoes through his soul.

As she entwines her long fingers around his, he remembers when she loved him, and when he loved her, even thou… Continue

The marina is empty today. Empty as the bench on which he sat scowling at the churning grey water that spilled over the concrete walkway, making his steps unsteady as he crept along the waters edge. The little bronze plaque that remembers his loving wife Mary, is greasy to the touch, the moist salted air greedily coveting anything that tries to withstand it. He never remembered his loving wife, only what was left when she died, remorse, self pity, hatred. The marina is empty today, no one bother… Continue