What will I do without him who used come to the door and ask me to play with snowballs In the sun? Go out and play with snowballs of my own? No fun! What will I do without him who used to tap at the window and bring me the dark sky Shattered with dawn? Close warm sheltered inside Will I watch the night Go on? No! I'll run to the streets and the highways; I'll shout to the closed-in ears; into the wind that buries the sound of my voice I'll whisper when footsteps come near There's someone living In here! (A nod to Athol Fugard's "People Are Living There")