melancholy and mirth

You do not miss my love, My Love.
You do not miss my love.

I close my eyes and see you here
you're lounging on the couch
the computer screen makes you laugh
unquestionably louche

I gaze at you half-knowingly
your pleasure's my delight
you glance my way, feeling my stare
and bruise me with your sight

You do not miss my love, My Love.
You do not miss my love.

I see you in each passing car
In stranger's faces, hair
I look for you where e're I go
Knowing you are not there

Of all the lovers in my life
I'd placed you far above
trusted you with my fragile heart
yet you never think of

my love, My Love.
do you not miss my love?

I still desire your love,
My Love,
but you don't miss my love.