For one of the last times
Here I sit at your table
I like the kitchen on Dorsett St.
Better than this one
There the table was in the kitchen
I could sit and watch you
Fixing dinner and we would talk
About anything and everything
Sometimes you'd ask me to help
Do some little thing or another
But here I must settle
For the silence
Of watching your reflection
On the windows of this sunroom
I know how special it is to you
For I too, fell in love
With this room at first sight
But it still doesn't
Take the place of you
Nothing does
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