Irene

The stars shine and play, my lover slowly fades, love’s gone down again, doesn't bother/upset my happy tone, no walls are limpid/liquid grey, my head sings alone , hands don’t have a shake, it’s difficult on the phone, when another’s voice breaks, the kids have grasped the bone, unconcerned within their ways, furious now he’s gone, the moon is on the make, the seasons roll into shade, but I’m happy to remain, they play their school trombones, ask was he always a flake, they wonder if I’ll cope, I say just great.