Prayers & Tears Of Arthur Digby Sellers The Sad Lives Of The Hollywood Lovers
We always met in Richmond when you were tired of your husband. Got a hotel in the city to cast out all our demons.
Where we'd watch a movie about what a lover should be, and you'd cry out contradictions, and I'd let you fall asleep.
Refracted through the window, the phases of the moon glow, and now it's been a winter you've been sleeping on my pillow.
A season is how you spend it. Like a marriage finally mended, or the lovers in those movies- We were just pretending.
