It was the bridge she flung herself off. I used to see her standing on one side. As if too frightened to walk across. And sometimes stand still and drive some invisible car. Toes on the edge of the pavement. To steer her clear of the car. That hit her on the way down. Rubbing asphalt in her wounds. A love that won't die only tortures. Nothing else no comfort no future. Brakes a fair-few up. If there is a god someone wake him up. And tell him to sort it out. Tell him to sort it out. Command of cars you drive. He sits and stares at the road. White lines blur into black. Until he sees nothing else. He tried to cope with her loss. By forgetting who he was. But he'd never forget her face. I saw him make the first move. To follow her all the way down. the wire for the last time. He dreamt he'd taken a dive. And caught her on the way down. And now he can sleep at night. He still has a lock of her hair. He gave her a lock of his own. He clenches it tight in his hand. Command of cars you drive