Thinking back now  I suppose you were just stating your views  What was it all for?  for the weather or the battle of agincourt  & the times that we all hoped would last  like a train they have gone by so fast  & though we stood together at the edge of the platform  we were not moved by them  With my own hands  when I make love to your memory  It's not the same  I miss the thunder, I miss the rain  & the fact that you don't understand  casts a shadow over this land  but the sun still shines from behind it...  Thanks all the same  but I cannot bring myself to answer your letters  It's not your fault  but your honesty touches me like a fire  The polaroids that keep us together  will surely fade away  like the love that we spoke of forever  ..on st. swithin's day...