I start at eight
Stop for coffee at ten
I collect a bag to fill me up
(i ask so sweetly who could say no)
I sit by the window
The stars shine in the glass
Yellow and blue
Buttercups and day time
Thank you for the paper
Come home and I will make you ham and potato for tea
She smiles
I smile back
Everything’s ok
(you know you know)
I am a little tired of this affair
It is hard to turn the pages
But the vanilla is nice
Warm and sweet
Trickling like tears down the back of my throat
trick trickling i tricked you
(i am sorry very sorry)
In the evening we will hold hands and pray
It will be warm
You will tell me to expect better
Enough now
Stop
This is no way to be
(i will say thank you)
I am a little tired of this affair
I touch the phone and brush my bare foot over the kitchen
floor
I would like the ham and potato to taste better
But I really don’t feel you see
The words are not right and no one is there but I have to
try
(nothing comes for free)
Tomorrow will be another prayer
Another pie
Another vanilla tear
I will sit by the window again
I am tired of this affair
But it does not tire of me.
