Somersault.

"You're the warmth in my summer breeze

You're the ivory to my ebony key

You would share your last jelly bean

You would somersault in sand with me

You put my feet back on the ground

Did you know you brought me around

You were sweet and you were sound

You saved me" Zero 7

He felt like home and now he's gone. This morning I checked my emails and found i'd been sent a picture. I still cry every night for that man, you know. I remember the way his hands used to feel against my skin, like the flutter of wings, turning up the corners of my mouth in to a smile and making me forget why i'd cry. Remember me when I'm gone, I used to think, the thought of taking my own life so ripe in my mind.

Now i cry for him and her, and his two little babies, and me, and his friends and his family. We all miss him. Love you xxxx