This Insatiable Love

Yesterday I came to home to meet your ghost in my living room

Leafing through my books and sipping my Oola

Odd, because you drink coffee

And because I had only just left you at the Marseille train station

The end of a long day of wounded silence

And were as your expression had been vengeful

As you kindly packed my luggage into a taxi we refused to share

Your ghost didn't seem to hold a grudge

He simply took my shoulders in his tender sun-kissed hands

And said, honey, you look half dead

Come laugh with me