A bruise on thin skin jabbed with a nail, br That’s the memory of our love now. br br A bruise on thin skin jabbed with a nail, br The skin held taught, br The nail straining to penetrate. br br I remember the first time I saw you. br br The wind made a sheath of your hair, br As you cycled, br And as I stepped off the kerb br I thought the pavement was still there. br I got the usual second of shock, br The windless feeling to the guts, br br And it still hasn’t left.