When I wake up, everyday
I look slightly to the left
And everytime I almost say:
'Mornin' darling, how'd you slept? '
When I make tea, I always think
'Why there are two cups, are they in pairs? '
On the verandah where I sit and drink
There are still two old, creaky chairs
There's a table which the door opposes
And I cannot seem to remember
For who are all those roses
And the letters which read 'Forever..'?
I like to think it's all in my tired head
Yet I never seem to know
Why there are two shadows in my bed
When I'm supposed to be alone?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem