I long to hear you speaking again,
To ask you if you are happy
And to retort of course I am.
My cheeks would painfully smile
And you would ask me what’s up.
Yet I would answer it’s nothing.

I miss you ordering pizza for me
That I would not finish,
Pour me a glass of beer
And tell me look, it’s golden!
I would smile at you childishly through the glass
And you would already know
What I am going to say next.

I wish you open your bag full of cash on the table,
To deny me paying my bill,
To buy me as if I were a jade-eyed slave,
To mesmerize me with jewels, dresses and make-up,
To drive me slowly in Mercedes as if I were a queen
Of the neighbourhood. I would say nothing
And you’d ask me what’s up? What’s happened?

I need your reassuring voice.
I know I would not understand
Everything that you say.
Yet I would touch the skin of the words
And sure they will glow.
I would lose my way among
The phrases doing me in
With their sultry sway…