"Ah but you got away, didn't you babe,
you just turned your back on the crowd,
you got away, I never once heard you say,
I need you, I don't need you,
I need you, I don't need you
and all of that jiving around."

Today is a Chelsea Hotel kinda day. Lie around with a few irrepressible toes sticking out of the blanket. Trace circles on the back of your hand. Begin to think about forgetting. Goodbyes don't always come with a warning, do they? Sometimes they sneak in quietly while you're halfway through a sentence you've forgotten to finish. They slip their hand into yours and whisper, soft as a sigh.