All I want to do at night
Is dance in the kitchen with you
The potatoes are burning on the stove
But that is the least of our worries
As we twirl and laugh to indie music
My face buried in your neck
Inhaling the clean sweet smell of you
Hearing the melody of your infectious laugh
As you realize we burned our dinner yet again
But, sadly, instead,
I stare into the kitchen sink at night
Piled high with dirty dishes I can’t clean
Because this place is haunted without you
No music plays here anymore
No notes of laughter hang in the air
Only the ghost of the love I had for you
Keeps me company at night now