Darling, Am Used To You

Monday morning I sit on the grass, I look up the sky, I see your face.

Darling you haunt me every night and day, your memories don't fade away.

Everyday I get your tea, but you just sit on the rocking chair, just looking at me.

come talk to me, come touch my face, I miss your grace.

Your dirty clothes still lie on the couch, how can I wash them, that's your last scent.

I still remember the memories of Oakland where our first night was spent.

I know you want me to fall in love with someone else,

But how can I When you are the only hero in all my novels.

Darling your death cannot separate us, 'cos death cannot kill what never dies.

'Cos I now live with you in our paradise.