Like wilting rows of trees to the edges of hedgerows, your hair flows and drapes over collar bones. In every hope, we won't need photos to help us both cope. No-one's leaving anyone forever. You've been so unattainable. You feel so intangible. I've been so fucking miserable. We've been so close to letting go. I can't promise I'll be fine but you must let me do all that I can for you. Pretend I'm anything but broken. Washing...I will wash your hair on which fated lamplight flares. No clear end: love the only promise.
from Photo of an Embryo,
released April 15, 2015
All written, performed, recorded and produced by Jonny Gleadell.