I used to love those cells so much

Those that became so fond of you

Trapped as I was between youth and despair

Holding onto branches and life’s first parting of hair

 

I used to lie in bed

Turning over life’s first body blow

You growing cold

Whilst my hair was wet with fever

 

And I as a boy said

“Don’t go”

Not knowing why or what for

A few years before I kicked a ball around

Was delighted with ice cream

Never asking for nothing

 

Then my cells felt so much, became fond of you

Trapped as I was in life’s first parting of hair