This moment
It could be the moment I wake up,
in our bed, hearing you
in the kitchen cooking your breakfast
You are singing until you
sense me staring
from the doorway
It would be a blues song
a woman singing goodbye to her blues
and I would know this song
and where’s its coming from
even though I dont know her
I know she is a strong woman
I lead her back to our bed
to hear her song
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