The Film Of My Love

Was it always like this, still I don’t have a clue On the distance the dreams came true back in the day I was watching the film of my living with you Documentary film, not a fictional play The main scene was a room by the backgarden door We were coming and going, and searching again For your glasses, we laughed and we looked out for Some uniclo tops you could buy at a bargain The door to the kitchen you always left open Pippa went back and forth, you were letting her out Into the garden, and we both were hoping That here’s our place, our real homeward bound It was life in its ultimate implementation Then it ended one day and I need to know why The film director must have some information But no contact is shown, no mailbox to apply.