Love demands expression. It will not stay still stay silent be good be modest be seen and not heard no. It will break out in tongues of praise the high note that smashes the glass and spills the liquid.

You said I love you. Why is it that the most unoriginal thing we can say to one another is still the thing we long to hear I love you is always a quotation. You did not say it first and neither did I yet when you say it and when I say it we speak like savages who have found three words and worship them.

Many waters cannot quench love neither can floods drown it. What then kills love Only this Neglect. Not to see you when you stand before me. Not to think of you in the little things. Not to make the road wide for you the table spread for you. To choose you out of habit not desire to pass the flower seller without a thought. To leave the dishes unwashed the bed unmade to ignore you in the mornings make use of you at night. To crave another while pecking your cheek. To say your name without hearing it to assume it is mine to call.

Youll get over it Its the clichs that cause the trouble. To lose someone you love is to alter your life for ever. You dont get over it because it is the person you loved. The pain stops there are new people but the gap never closes. How could it The particularness of someone who mattered enough to grieve over is not made anodyne by death. This hole in my heart is in the shape of you and no-one else can fit it. Why would I want them to