NOTES

I’m picking up the pieces
I’m bringing them to life.
I’m walking down the stairs
I’m turning out the lights.

It’s another empty coffee-cup
Another letter left unread
I left the file on your table
Bought the beggar some bread

The broken shoe needs mending
Mary won’t come home soon
I’ve paid the bills for this month
Be home on Saturday by noon.

I can’t believe I’m still writing notes
Just when I’m about to go
I know you will be alright
Don’t bother to let me know.

SAMEEN