When you went away
When you went away
You could have left an excuse
For a pleasant memory
To miss you by.
The breezy afternoons
On weekend parks,
The restless, active nights
That ended with
The cruel toll of the mobile alarm
On sleepy mornings,
Last minute outbursts
Of unrelenting passion,
the phone-call
To the office to say you can't come-
At least not in the morning.
The typhoons agitated
