9 years a recent memory, february is dark but your birthday shines in the european summer Slipper away between dusk and dawn 2 packs of cigarettes and curlers in your hair. 48 hours left of fresh air Your the point of conversation at a round table you didn’t sit at in years A kiss to your stone cold for head A crystal bell, a sign of your existence smashed by my 10th birthday. Sophie, I did you wrong. Are you still there? Slipped between the cracks of this concrete jungle too weak to scream We failed you. 8 days into the new year your silence is heard. Your stories we’ll never know, the alienation of modern society, 30 years too young. We failed you. You're not wrong, you're on the right side of destruction. We did wrong by you. Moving alone on the final descent, a stiff barrier, the road forward blocked. We failed you. A coexistence only recognised by those who have the upper hand. We failed you. The comfort of having known you, the shirt you left at my house, now eaten with moth holes The last msg you sent read. Gonna be 10 late, sorry, as if we were still living a bad dream. 9 years a recent memory, february is dark but your birthday shines in the european summer A call to say you didn’t wake in the morning. Gone before sunrise. Memories of you sleeping in the bath, board games, ginger beer, Joanna, unlimited movie recommendations that i’ll never watch, zombie walks in kilburn, endless acts of kindness. on the worn out veranda sofa next to the poorly watered plants we got high, before lying under the hills hoist to look at the stars, 9 years a recent memory, February is dark but your birthday shines in the european summer. acutely aware your spot cannot be filled. your vibes echo on