Roses in my arms. The air around me smells like roses. The blue roses your brought me, blue like your eyes. I screamed aloud as I drove away. Confusion, excitment, dread...

I sang the Swallow out in silver that night. Each note an ache - a beat of my tumbling heart, falling from my chest. I let it fall, as I drove across four suburbs to see you.

You opened the door and you were luminous in the candleglow. Everything sparkled and shimmered a little, even your prairie blue eyes. We danced around the coffee table and the Christmas tree, savouring our stolen time.

You held me as the rains fell around us. I kissed the rain that ran down your nose, kissed the tears that came into the corners of your eyes. Why did you cry? This is how much I care. You hardly know me but you are already afraid to lose me.

You're wonderful, to me. Surprised? Me too.