Honey, I Burnt the Toast Again

My dear, as I write to you, my pen is leaking as I do
The ink is on my fingers and it’s blocking out my words
I hope that you’ll be back soon maybe in a week or two
At least before the end of June can’t wait for you to hear this
How’s the weather, feeling cold, now I’m rambling, getting old
While you’re out there brave and bold, taking on the world
You should know that I’m so proud
Would you recognise me in a crowd
Your face is getting hazy, I forget what we were saying
Cause honey I burnt the toast again and it’s playing on my mind
The loaf we had is blacker than the clear midnight sky
You’re away, just for today, but you’re a woman for a life
I beg you don’t be angry, I’m glad you’re warm and dry
My dear, you have a part of me, it’s all I have to give, you see
It lives on even when you leave, you can’t scare it away
Shout and scream and speak your truths
You can’t make me stop loving you
Put a knife across my throat, I’d still want you around
Speak low if you speak of us, subtlety means more than fuss
I’m a fool for you but then you make a fool of me
Doubt the orbit of the sun, the fire in the clouds above
Higher than a Phoenix could, don’t question that I love you
Thankyou for listening
From Nye