To My Wife

Harold Pinter died on Christmas Eve, two years ago.

To My Wife

I was dead and now I live
You took my hand

I blindly died
You took my hand

You watched me die
And found my life

You were my life
When I was dead

You are my life
And so I live

Harold Pinter
June 2004

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