'The Works'

When you’re gone
You leave some things behind you
And I find them
Everywhere

There are shoe-prints
Left upon my door-mat
And I know
These are your favourite pair

There are lipstick traces
On your favourite tea-cup
You’ve been sitting here
And the sofa still is warm

I’ve been playing songs
To ask for your opinion
And my guitar
Is still lying on the floor

You’ve been calling somewhere
And when I start to call you
The phone receiver
Smells of your perfume

I almost see your face
Imprinted in the mirror
You are gone
Yet the place is filled with you


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