The Slowest Race

Loneliness or rage. Twice the price of appetite. The smallest pain. Cool your heels awhile. Your best defence:

drowning your denial. The slowest race, the smallest gain. To lie awake, to keep you safe. So long, so long, so

long. You, who I adore, warble in the background more like radio. And all at once, you’re gone; a frozen wave

that hangs on far too long. The slowest race, the smallest gain. To lie awake, to keep you safe. The slowest

race, the smallest gain. To lie in wait. To see your face. So long, so long, so long.