I can still see your silhouette
in that dark room
when you are looking for a pack of cigarettes
I can still feel the light of the moon
when we are walking in the street
I remember all the breakfasts at noon
I hear your voice everywhere
singing into my ear
and could not belive it was real
now i´m making coffee only for myself
and no one counts my points
van gogh´s picture on my bookshelf
i´m wondering where is your smile
and where our family has gone
why do i still think i´m only waiting
for you to come from the hospital...when you are not
want you to come home and make me hot
make love with me the whole day
and listen to you
when you are talking about the best thai food in the world.
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