THE SMELL OF COFFEE

As you read the morning-paper
She’s still sleeping like a child
The smell of coffee from the stove
It wakes her up, but you don’t know

Naked feet run down the staircase
A tired smile to keep you warm
The smell of coffee from the stove
It wakes her up, and now you know

Tired feet run down the staircase
A naked smile to keep you warm
And as you pour the second cup
You realize, you’re not alone