This Time Last Week
This time last week
I was sitting in this room.
We sat together
and we listened to this tune.
The golden tears
that cloudless night
were only stars
of firelight.
This time last week
every pain was far away.
I want to go back
to that ordinary day.
This time last week
everything was different.
I didn't notice
what a normal evening meant.
No worried thoughts.
No sleepless nights.
No emptiness,
or warning lights.
This time last week
there was nothing ever wrong.
We sat together
and we listened to this song.
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