God, Bodie, I hate it when The Cow splits us.
You got any idea what it's like
in this empty bed of ours?
It's huge, Bodie, and the longer
you're gone the farther
away the other side seems to be.
Lyin' here tonight --had a hell of a day--
I got to thinkin' what it would be like if....
Aw, I know, don't say it:
I think too much.
But, Christ Bodie, without you,
if I had to sleep in this bed --alone--
every night for the rest of my life?
Don't think I'd last too long.
What if.... what if...
Sorry, mate, had a hell of a day.
Learned something though, didn't I?
Can't have it all. Nope.
Just when you think life's perfect
you turn around and get slapped in the face.
Bed's cold.
Been hugging your pillow;
still has that Bodie-smell.
Wish you were here to hold me,
tell me to stop being stupid.
Hate it when The Cow splits us;
I'm not there to watch your back--
it's a perfect Bodie-target.
We're supposed to be together Bodie!
I can't be here, alone, in this bed.
Big, cold ---empty--- bed.
I know, you hate it when I get this way.
God, Bodie, I had a hell of a day.
Wasn't there---couldn't watch;
if I did, then it would be real.
Bodie?
I think--
They buried you today.