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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