Your lights were on

 I gasp as the driver decides on the best path back home 

Tense, as I lay my destiny on the hands of a stranger

Will a right turn on the next intersection 

Curse my night with wonders of your whereabouts 

Or will the fair street cast a spell on my eyes

So that I can have a glimpse of your windows?

You must not be home, anyway

Is what I think as the light turns green

Are the windows closed? They should be

It might start raining before you come back

Last Saturday I walked the longer route 

You said you would be away

But the windows were open 

And I could see our bedsheets hanging…

Oh, I could almost feel it

The flowery smell of the blue softener 

Did I tell you? I use the same one now

So I can smell like us once again

I saw new plants on the balcony

Wonder if they are the ones I asked you

To bring me from the home you left 

And you never answered 

Bless the driver, she must be sent by God 

She must know how much I miss you

Have felt the magnetic pull

As she turned right on the right street   

My heart skipped a beat

I might have sweat a bit 

I bit my lips and sent a kiss

As your pale pink walls shone over the night

Your lights were on

What a blessed day 

You were home for the first time 

Since I started seeking your window like a lunatic

Like a sailor seeks wooden parts after a shipwreck 

Such a warm colored light

I dream to sit on your wooden floor

Kissing your feet, dimly lit 

Lighting up my fire 

Is that a new lamp you got?

Or was it there already?

Did it bring light to other kisses yet?

Is it waiting for me? 

Did you cry under that light?

Did you eat a home cooked meal

Did a new lover spoil you like I did

Is there still a chance I will?

Oh, blessed light, you put a curse on me 

When I thought I was fine

And the fire was out 

Now I wonder why you were on

Is he sick? Is he home?

I’m homesick and homeless 

As my loved one moved away 

And left my heart on his former wooden floor