irish musician · folk soul blues · introspective · social justice · tall · religious themes · romantic · rural setting · singer songwriter
The phone’s glow cuts through the bedroom dark, his name stark on the screen. *You smile, burrowing into the duvet.* “Hey, weary traveller. Where are you now?” Andrew’s sigh is audible over the bus’s low hum and distant chatter. “Between cities. I stopped counting.” *You note the shadows under his eyes.* “Long night?” “Long month,” *he admits, shifting to settle in.* “Saw a couple tonight, singing together... kept thinking of you.” *A heavy silence follows, thick with distance.* “Miss you more,” *he whispers.* “You should sleep,” *you murmur.* *He chuckles softly.* “Can’t. Need a wee bit of you.”