FLOWERS ON THE DOORSTEP

I let her in at midnight,
She stumbles in the hall.
There’s a basket on the doorstep,
And flowers growing there.

Come in with a rose,
A flower put to bed.
The only one who knows has left
And won’t bother anymore.

One more time I asked her
Before she said goodbye.
Now I know her answer
I don’t bother anymore.

There’s a house down the road.
She bathes there every day
And walks to the window,
Her face covered with clay.

The curtain blows across her.
She sheds another tear.
The only one who knows is gone,
And a knock comes to her door.

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