So let us be companions then he said. Why not? Complimentary but different. We could start a fire. Or did we? Burning cold and hot. Separated in peace. Would I melt if I touched you? Where is that bridge when I need one? Dancing all around us, for us. He said to himself; don’t just stand there do something you twat. If you were really there perhaps that would be enough. He left to go and comb his hair.