Every time I look out of a window.
Every time I see an empty mail box.
When I water the plants.
When I wipe the dishes.
When I cringe at a full glass of wine.
When I drool over a slice of water melon.
The moment I hear a girl singing off key… Way off key.
The moment I stand on the corner of Sansome and Merchant, and look down at my feet.
I see you, and start to hum La Vie en Rose.
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