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"Rarely do you come upon an artist who is as passionate about his work as Louis. I have been fortunate to work on some marvellous comedy projects with him and his boundless energy and creative enthusiasm is inspirational. His characters and mastery of dialogue inspire any co-writer or colleague to 'up their game' just to feel at the same level. I would strongly recommend Louis as a writer and media producer and look forward to working with him again in the future." Kate Lander: Business Finance Sales Exec & Freelance Scriptwriter.
standing in the airport
feeling lost and alone
watching people wait for hours
to use a telephone
a policeman tells the broken-hearted
there's nothing he can do
I have a cup of coffee
the clock shows quarter-to
you don't know what it did to me
when you had to go away
all I could do was hope
that you'd be back again
someday
the rain is falling heavy
I press my face into the glass
and try to visualise your face
at sometime in the past
they said you died a hero's death
out on the frontline
that you climbed the ranks of bravery
when you lay down on a mine
well, all I feel is nausea
and I wish that I could scream
I wish that I could pinch myself
and wake up from this dream
but, this is not imagined
this is very, very, real.
I can't help thinking that you
got the shit end of the deal
you don't know what it did to me
when you had to go away
all I could do was hope
that you'd be back again
someday.
standing on the tarmac
my heart sinks like a stone
as they take your body off the plane
you have finally
come home...