| I put everything on hold when you left But I swear I will smack this little face of his If it turns towards me with eyes shut wide open As if to hold back tears let them fall to the sill. He does not understand that your absence must be. He cannot countenance that loneliness is still. And if it should happen that one day you return I will spank him again for doubting when you leave. (April 2003) Copyright ©2003 Olivier Serrat |
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