Flowers On The Table

There's flowers on the table
Two settings used by one
I watch the petals falling
Heartache's just begun

There's no you

Postman came a callin'
To put paper through my door
I could build a funeral pyre
With what dropped to the floor

There was nothing from you

I drunkenly remember
The little things we did
I'd put the cap back on the bottle
But I can't find the lid

Cheers, but not from you

I find myself forgetting
The taste of a christmas kiss
There's plenty who'll oblige
But yours is the one I miss

Happy Holidays?
Not without you

Dinner's spoilt, gone cold
I climb the weary stair
And as I passed the bedroom
I thought you might be there

The bed's too big without you

I never did find the bottle top
The flowers on the table have died
I get hay fever anyway
That must be why I cried

Or was it because of you?

Inspired by 'Talking After Christmas Blues' by Adrian Henri