How can I talk when my tongue is swollen?
How can I shout when we’re so far apart?
How can I touch with my frozen fingers?
How can I feel with my concrete heart?
And the angel says: just listen in silence
Whisper their names when you are apart
Cool her forehead with your frozen fingers
And we’ll all hold on to your concrete heart.
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For the women in my life, on the 8th March 2013