Every night I empty my heart,
But by morning it is full again,
Slow droplets of you seep in,
Through the nights soft caress in my dreams,
At dawn I overflow with thoughts of us,
An aching pressure that gives me no respite,
Love cannot be contained,
The neat packaging of desire splits assunder,
Spilling crimson through my days,
Long languishing days that are now bruised tender with yearning,
Spent searching for a fingerprint, a scent, a breath you left behind.

- I Cant Think Straight (2008)