The petunia’s bloomed without you around

She sits to eat alone.
Woke up on the left side of the bedroom.
He’s gone, I hope to see him soon.
He asked if I had the flu,
because my voice cracked through the phone
while I was crying at the end of the continent.
 
We wait for him at home.
By the time, she gets old.
rocking on the wooden chair.
She doesn't know how to measure her temperament 
Doesn’t know how to comfort 
But who can blame her? 
That white handkerchief has dried her tears for years…
the petunias bloomed without you around…
 
If you listen carefully to the second hand,
You will realize that a second is an eternity.
If you fix your gaze on the ceiling,
in its color you will find an infinity.
 
Wish you could see where we are now.
You can split yourself in two to try both ways.
Sometimes the factor does change everything.
You will see that there is no success
if you don't cry out everything.
You went from crying in the shower
to have the world trapped in your mouth.
Maybe we never saw you get rejected for the flash in your dreams.
 
And everything you felt ,we put into verses ;
We kept it in a box and we left the house.