And I used to dance, and sing, in the kitchen 

Wearing headphones on purpose

Couldn't hear how loud I was,

Or how silly I sounded, 

Or the front door open and close;

I would hallucinate you 

Walking slowly towards the kitchen

Like a cat on its back legs

Following my voice like a compass

hearing me sing while cooking

The favourite dinner you always liked;

And you'd peek through the hallway 

And see me stirring the pot

Belting the lyrics to a song

You don't know

And i'd look beautiful;

I'd look like coming home;

But you never heard me sing;

And the front door never opened;

Or closed;

And now it's April,

But not the same April you

Loved me in