I look in the mirror of the car
waiting to see you among the people
among the stars
seeking responses laypeople
in rooms of divination
at train stations
without you seeking not to laugh
of a clown
and see the beauty the brown
I see no joy in the sun
and no way of fun
seeking the warmth in the snow
a hot blow
I'm waiting for my decisions
arrive by post
and put them on me for incisions
I see your face just like a ghost
away from you, can not live
I lose course when I drive
I stutter when I go to spell
but without you can not I jell
no you did not guess free in no jokes
no others folks
the most in my head
why you left?
Come back for me, talk to me
please