| When I was 13 I had a sister for 6 months. |
| She arrived one February morning, pale and shellshocked, |
| From past lives I could not imagine. |
| She was 3 years older than me, |
| But in no time we became friends. |
| We’d listen to her mix tapes; |
| Dead Can Dance, Felt, This Mortal Coil… |
| She introduced me to her favourite books, |
| Gave me clothes, and my first cigarette. |
| Sometimes we would head down to Blackbirds moor |
| To watch the barges on Grand Union in the twilight. |
| She said «The water has no memory.» |
| For a few months everything about our lives was perfect. |
| It was only us, we were inseparable. |
| But gradually, she passed into another distant part of my memory, |
| Until I could no longer remember her face, her voice, even her name. |
| We have got |
| We have got the perfect life… |