#12: The Sea, after The Events

-Would you like me to sit with you?
-Would you?
-Would you like me to hold your hand?
-Would you like it if
-Can I?
-Can I hold you?
-Let me hold you please

-I just want it to be quiet
-It goes loud
-Screams and shouts from afar
-I wanted to be by myself

-It’s a bench
-So it sits
-In the distance, a man sits, then stands, takes a moment,

-Would you like me to hold your hand?

-I’m reading the newspaper
-I’m on the iPod
-I’m ringing the police

-I’d like to hold your hand
Let me hold your hand please

-Please can we hold you?

-Greg, we’d like to

-Come away from the edge
-Can we hold your hand?

-A grey sky
-And he stands
-Ready to leap

-It’s a while until he speaks again

-Greg, we’d like it if you came away from the edge
-If you took a step back

-It doesn’t look hopeful
-He takes one more look

-He falls into the sea like a house on an eroded coastline
-A pillar of a man wastes away caught in the seaweed
-The sea a permanent prisoner

-Do you want him to be picked up?

-Do you want to see if we can find him and you can put him in a box?

-There’s a bench
-And our knees give way into faint
-The jelly of it all

-We wished we could have
-Reached out
-Should have been something