Ripples

"Before leaving get to the bar
No one round here makes you pay
Never very good at goodbyes
So gentle shoulder charge
Love you mate

Love you mate

Salford skyline gloom
Always you
Could fly round any corner
But until you do
Love you mate"

Elbow - Friend of ours

This came on my iPod on the journey home from another day where the ripples from the stone that dropped into our pond continued to extend, merge and cause a maelstrom of emotions. Phones keep being checked. Nervous looks at people who may know something, searching glances, not really wanting to see or hear something has changed.

I cried.