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It's a funny thing
To be back
To be here
In the same hard chair

To be home alone
Again

On a Friday night

Listening to the lub-dub
Of the music next door
Wondering where you are

It's funny to be back here
Where I was before
Before things changed

Before you came

In the same stiff chair
As the small hours grow large
And even the cats grow tired

Of the sad songs
Sung by soft girls

They seem even sadder now

Because,
Well,
Because I can picture us there

Now I know
What those girls are singing about
Love
Lying awake at night
Memorising your constellation of freckles

And wondering if you'll leave me
And not why
But when

Because they always leave in songs
And poems too.