Northern

I was back home

When your mother asked my mother to ask me to drive

I didn't go inside

To hear her try explain

Why your friends couldn't come

Why your sisters and brothers couldn't come



Love is hard work look around

There's a comforting smile so weak it could be mine

I am at ease

Between branches of trees

Lights of little cities,

Little neighbourhoods and starlit little streets

We're all strangers to begin

She remembers when I used to let them in



Love is hard

work on your fears

Have I made myself clear