With Kevin playing longtones And the raindrops crying down the window I felt like I was in a foreign art flick My hair blowing and speaking With the wind coming in through the crack Leaves outside rapidly trying to get away from themselves Changing colour and location Chances are something magical- In terms of the word the way I use it- Could happen But Kevin doesn't notice Ignores me As he has done- irritatingly so- for the past few weeks So I shut the window And leave the notes stretching and flexing on the blackboard.