“Darkened Room”

Simple Carnations in a vase

Hyacinths growing in a bowl

the perfume permeates the room

I sit and look at them

and think of you


Sitting here alone

the darkness of the room

the street lights that glow

the people walking

back and forth

I sit here

and listen

for the key in the door


The flowers you gave me every week

I buy them now myself

from the Market stall

I remember the smile upon your face

everytime I kissed your face


Here I am alone

waiting for you to come home

in this darkened room

I watch and listen

for the phone to ring

telling me where you are

and that you miss me

as much as I miss you

the apartment

seems so cold

especially when you

are not at home






Just so perfect  –  Frank Sinatra









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