The Woman We Are Looking For-Who Dies in Siberian Slush

The flowers we bought for our home Have long since died You are close to me but i am alone While I listen to the wistful songs of summer Life is so different this summer And we have become like strangers Time has stood still And I am going nowhere You are drifting so far in your boat of indifference You are like my druggy friends who died or deserted me in the end So many die, so many make me sad And what is left for me? To live and watch these tragedies unfold