at the top of the house   where the angels change   I found you flooding hard   in the gallery fire   your image was saved   but the flowers had no card      these old shoes no longer fit   does that make this the end of it?   at least I tried, at least I cried   at least I was someone's valentine      somewhere in the dust   is a face I've touched   trapped in a full stop mood   when the colour returns   I will rise again   and jump the filthy roofs      "I'll be warmer in here   I'll be safer alone"   in a cobweb of cold sweat?   if I flew to the top of the house   and the angels weren't there   I'd catch my breath