I walk to the passageway
It's so cold and bare
I look for your car
No it's not there
I look down the street
Hoping with a smile
There's not a soul
So I stand for a while
It begins to get dark
So cold it's untrue
So I decide to start dinner
Inside I'll wait for you
I set up the table
Two plates and one wine to share
I look at the doorway
No you're not there
I sit with the food
So cold and such waste
You would of liked this
It suited your taste
Yet you don't return
I know where you are
Your not coming home
Heaven is too far
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