Empty beds, emptied rooms,
doors kept closed, names just whispered.
‘Our Jack, our Jill’ - gone from view.
We didn’t take enough photographs
before our secret treasures
were stolen by the moon.
Empty beds, emptied rooms,
doors kept closed, names just whispered.
‘Our Jack, our Jill’ - gone from view.
We didn’t take enough photographs
before our secret treasures
were stolen by the moon.