when the picture's clear you've left

A sudden rush of expectation
as I realise it's you.
Like a river in a droughtful season.
How cool you didn't call.
Initial hint of disappointment.
The mirror of my smile
that isn't there, that doesn't follow
a very causal 'hi'.
Why did you come at all,
if it wasn't for me?
Another blow of resignation
when realise I do.
Now in your hands
the book you borrowed.
The whole way we first met
comes together in my head,
when the picture's clear you've left

(sudden rush, erlend oye)

hmm.. how typical. you never know what you got until it's gone.
now just an empty chair and a wafting air of a lasting flirt.
gone. too bad, too soon.