When I looked across the rooftops of London I’d imagine I could see Ellen, always, we shared the sky.  The thought of perspective and her seeing the same buildings from her place made the space easier.

I’m there when you worry,

I’m there when you wake, 

The froth on your coffee;

The i player tapes.

I’m sending a wish 

across wonderland skies,

A better new year,

As the best life implies.

We’re hopping from shopping

To next week at work,

You planning menus

And me the knee jerks,

You my best colleague,

And I your good cause

I’ll be in the marmite,

And under the floors.

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