Since you’ve gone
the house gets dirty and the kids go late to school
’cause there’s no one here to scold them or to tell them what to do.
And I smoke now and every now and then I’ll have a little sip of wine.
And the girls don’t understand what has happened to their mom.
She seems distressed these days and she used to be so calm.
She used to always light up the house,
she used to be so happy all the time.

What would you say if I told you,
I try not to think about you.
Would you think me selfish in the method that I use to feel at ease? Continue reading Since You’ve Gone