the wallpaper is turning yellow,
as I sit and stir my coffee,
It's black the way you've always made it,
Effervescent as always,
you putter around in your apron,
only the wrinkles around your eyes
could persuade me that I've been away for so long.
Somehow I'd forgotten your kind smile,
taken for granted your warm nature,
I could just about cry thinking of all the time I spent
Out in a loud and buzzing world
full of callousness and iniquity.
The cat clock tics away,
the pie in the oven is turning golden brown,
as I sit and eye the reflection in my coffee warily.
Even in the murky, shiny blackness
I can see the wear in my face
the tired in my eyes
I can feel the wrinkles setting in,
I can feel the grey hairs growing in,
A big sigh comes out.
The scent of apple and cinnamon fills the air
spilling out the open window,
In anticipation I lick my lips.
I could have stayed here the whole time,
the thought crosses my mind,
I could have been here the whole time