I STARE AT THE

EMPTY VASE

THERE WERE FLOWERS

IN THERE NOT TOO

LONG AGO, BUT

THEY WERE

MAKING ME SNEEZE,

AND SO I

HAD TO GET

RID OF THEM

SO I STARE

AT THE VASE,

NOW EMPTY,

AND I REACH

FOR MY NOTEBOOK

AND A PEN

I TURN ON

MY LIGHT, AND

SCRIBBLE DOWN

SOME THOUGHTS ON LOVE

AS WELL AS

THE DEFINITION

OF THE WORD

THE DEFINITION

I NEVER QUITE

UNDERSTOOD

I RUMMAGED THROUGH

A CRUSHED TIN BOX

AND FIND THE LETTERS

AND THE PICTURES

AND THE POETRY

I THINK BACK TO

THE VERY FIRST TIME

YOU TOLD ME I WAS

"PRETTY" "HOT"

"ATTRACTIVE"

AND I CRY, COS

YOU'RE NOT AROUND

TO TELL ME THOSE THINGS

ANYMORE

YOU'RE SO DISTANT…

AND I'M SO RIGHT HERE…

WHERE ARE YOU?

MY CINDERELLA HOUR'S

ALMOST SPENT

BE HERE NOW

I NEED THAT

I NEED TO HEAR

THOSE THINGS AGAIN…

BE

HERE

NOW…