Old Lovers

I thought of writing you today
I hate to have to turn away from you
I wanted to tell you about the way
I feel regarding the death of Aznavour

Did you see it’s already available
The new season of ‘The Affair’?
I can’t watch TV, read a book, eat at the table
It makes no sense when you’re not there

Why won't you tell me about the odds
Of running into you among six million people?
I wish I had moved abroad
How could you not look just a little miserable?

I bought some paintings and a few plants
Oh, my decoration looks so lame
We’re old lovers who can’t be friends
The house is different but remains the same

Old, unhappy lovers