The phone's ringing.
It's not for me,
not even this time.
I sit down to pull
my trembled heart together.
Someone knocked the door.
I am sure that
she has her own key to open.
And yet, I pop up and rush to the door
to open it with great pleasure like a little kid.
You should know how much
my bare knees tremble.
Every time that I hear the doorbell,
I feel like I'm stabbed in my heart.
You being on the hollow,
this is not you at all.
Where were you ? Please, just tell me something.
You are speechless.
Is it my fault for something
and it didn't even reach my ear ?
Your hair's messed up,
your eyes are on the floor,
your look is like faded water surface.
What do you want me to make you ? Perhaps, some tea ?
It's clear skies outside. I guess it's about to rain.
I'm about to go to my bed,
it's about to rain anytime now.
Help yourself with something, everything you want is here.
Do what you think.