Mirabelle Skipworth - Letter to a Late Acquaintance

I wish I had known you better, but you were someone else's friend
Is it vain for me to start crying, and then soundly find myself asleep in bed?

Stick your hand from the grave
Shake mine firmly to cure my shame
I've learned to feast on what wasn't mine
Were hollowed/hallowed, was your conscience right?

I wish you were more than a passing thought, I'd put your picture on the mantle
Side by side with my two late dogs, and a cousin I barely knew when he was alive

Stick your hand from the grave
Shake mine firmly to cure my shame
I've learned to feast on what wasn't mine
Were hollowed/hallowed, was your conscience right?

Saw what happened from the paper, it was on page five
I wish I hadn't eaten breakfast, but I did, with your name sitting close beside

Stick your hand from the grave
Shake mine firmly to cure my shame
I've learned to feast on what wasn't mine
Were hollowed/hallowed, was your conscience right?

How sweet, how beautiful
How far, how untouched
How pure, how perfect
Your name, what's your...

Stick your hand from the grave
Shake mine firmly to cure my shame
I've learned to feast on what wasn't mine
Were hollowed/hallowed, was your conscience right?

I wish I had known you better, but you were someone else's friend

Written by:
Mirabelle Skipworth

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