I used to tell a friend
That I really like her voice
It was innocent

I don’t know where to take you to party
I only ask that you teach me
How to make your favourite cup of coffee

I will remember which side of the bed
You like on our sad days
And keep flowers of red

As you leave for work, I’ll pack you a sandwich
This kitchen doesn’t feel like my place
Yet, this is who I am, it is my language

I want to tell a friend
That I really like her name
It is still innocent