The Ghost of Electricity: War Stories by Jon McLeary # 62 The Storm

In a dirty room that time forgot

He stayed home alone and thought a lot

We had met and fallen in love when I got that room and so this song is sort of backwards.

He thought of all the friends he’d never made

Sometimes even scorpions’ need shade

It was my first flat of my own and was tiny and surrounded by gang members.

There was laughter in the mirror as he b…