
Reach Out Where are you? There was a time when I knew where to find you, knew the places and spaces you inhabited in my dreams, in my day and night dreams. You would be waiting there, waiting to be found, waiting to come to me. Now it's harder to find you, to recognise your shape and form. You are becoming fragmented and ephemeral, floating forms in a damp mist. Reach out. Hold on to me. Don't pass me by. It's such a long time since you left, perhaps it's me who's letting go, me who has forgotten how to reach you. Forgotten to reach out to you. Reach out. Hold on to me. Don't let me fade away. https://drive.google.com/…/1wsIYp5VC0gGkc0H3dXTQ9-73uf…/view https://drive.google.com/file/d/1wsIYp5VC0gGkc0H3dXTQ9-73ufvynpRS/view