My Dearest
It felt like days ago but it wasn't
I'm sitting here in the house
But, I' m not supposed to be here
I come here sometimes to think of her.
And so I can greave in piece.
Sometimes I want to believe that they come the others
But, I believe that they don't.
Were supposed to move on but, how can we, how can I?
I don't think I can
.
It's been to long I must leave
I watch the woman spin the weal.
She says it's ok you know
I look up what do you mean I ask?
To let her memories flood your mind.
I' m walking on the street again it's dark.
I hope you'll here me
I'm thinking of you
My mistress
My savior
My love
And my most dearest