Loving You Is All I Do

Loving you is all I do
and I will always
send your poems wrapped in a parcel
from me tonight
silently the dark blue clouds go drifting
always changing
and they don't give me time to find your face
sit besides me at the table
staring round the room
no one knows more than you
when something shows
eventually you'll go I know
to someone else's table
wearing soiled white gloves on snow white hands
she left her key underneath the vase on the table
so I won't sleep tonight in case she comes home
she left her key underneath the vase on the table
so I won't sleep tonight in case she comes home