Just awake
Reading the hour
Taking a shower slowly
Is he still with her
Is he still with her now
Bearing the light
Counting black sheep at night

Time for tea
Filling the kettle
Boiling the water slowly
I set the table
And force myself to eat
Spilling my tea
Does he still think of me

You and I
We eat our breakfast
Facing each other daily
Right in the middle
Right in the middle love
Sugar and bread
Some things don’t need to be said

Hours pass
Filling up my cup again
Almost reaching for the phone
For a scene that is well-known
I hesitate
Pulling back my arm