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Lost, Stolen Or Borrowed. at The Swan by Dave Oakes

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Blue Skies Cover ( With Ellie Rees ) by Dave Oakes

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….and this is about where it went wrong.

….and this is about where it went wrong.

There maybe no future for us other than the memories that drift to the edges of our heart.

—From The Reunion.
In my book A Night Of Needful Things.

Becky’s big instrument.

Becky’s big instrument.

Song writing and fight starting.

Song writing and fight starting.

The Goodbye

I lie here, looking at the ripples of sun that frame my room.
I smell you on my skin, in my hair.
I feel your touch on my lips, under my fingers, in the places that only I let you know.
I look at the debris of the night, study the empty bottles, the tangle of clothes fighting on the floor, the shoes searching for their partners
I roll over and see you asleep, your beauty is infinite. The warmth of your body pressed in against mine.
I listen to you breathe, little breaths as your hands curl against mine.
You open your eyes, the sun catches the blue, as it would the sea. You smile and gently kiss my neck. It’s a lovers kiss although you confess you are not falling in love with me. This is the last time we will hold one another in this way. I close my eyes and let the moment impact. Then I let you go.