At the surface of
your being I am
So, in my free time
I pretend that's untrue
we're intimate friends
and I know all your secrets
Everyday at six
you're home making
dinner for a lover
you're not sure loves you
sometimes, tears mix with
tea- while you think
about leaving. You've had
years of this
Something has always been
missing, but you were never
good at looking
at ten you fall asleep
and dream of a love
No one has told you
I can give
