Angelina

Music playing in the kitchen
Slow dancing on the tile floor
Light breeze with windows open
Pancakes on sunday mornings
Love notes taped on the front door

Oh Angelina
I had a dream about you again
It was nice to see your face
But do you think that means something
Plates piled in a cold kitchen
The week old laundry still on the floor
Mascara stains on pillow cases
Notebooks with torn out pages
Nothings the same as it was before