Angelina

Music playing in the kitchen Slow dancing on the tile floor Light breeze with windows open Pancakes on sunday mornings Love notes taped on the front door Oh Angelina I had a dream about you again It was nice to see your face But do you think that means something Plates piled in a cold kitchen The week old laundry still on the floor Mascara stains on pillow cases Notebooks with torn out pages Nothings the same as it was before