I see you solo in the shadowy house

You move from room to room, you stroke a cat

You listen to a tape (it could be Strauss – 

Richard of course). I wish that we could chat

Later we will, and smile and drink and kiss – 

All the ingredients of a lovers’ evening there

In the old ‘distressed’ home I daily miss

We’ll find; memories and music everywhere

Love in the corners, care upon the stair

You stripped, fondness in photos, theatre bills;

Our house – a world of experience we share,

Shutting out a universe of many ills

Sunday, tomorrow, the family dinner

Our smashing home, really is a winner!

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