I stayed in bed this morning
I felt the cold and my chronic fatigue kicked in
snow fell in drifts
I read a book on a serial killer which sickened me further
into a spiraling depression
So I rang Helen who told me her cat had died
she cried and cried, and I cried
she said she was burying it in her orchard and planting some daffodils on the tomb
staring out of the window and watched the whirling snow
So I dialed your number – you would pull me up from doldrums
inject me with your joy from a sunnier clime
they said you had gone to Singapore
So I stared out of the window and watched the whirling snow.