It Was All About the Sheets
I remember organdy curtains swaying
Over our old double bed,
Made up with sheets fresh from the line,
Full of the perfumes of fresh air and ivory.
I remember the puff pillows, a wedding present,
White with cases like the sheets where
I laid my head close to your own
When we decided to sleep.
I remember the little clock radio,
Its news starting your day,
I made you a cup of coffee and eggs
And sent you on your way.
You, you left me with my solitude,
Filled with memories of the night.
Of organdy curtains swaying;
But it was all about the sheets.
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