Jesus I miss you, 

How can it be so, 

You ran to my house in the snow, 

Bang, 

Bang bang on the door, 

A genius you called me, 

Then said I thought you were dead, 

No I said I just can't cope, 

With this cold weather, 

Come in, 

We will share a takeaway, 

That I bought for my husband that is as usual shagging someone else, 

God John, 

I miss you so.

Then the landline rang, 

STUART, 

from Australia, 

LONDON no Edinburgh this time,

Bloody womaniser ha, 

Life