Floyd has left, again. He's driving back to Texas with his brother right now, after a short, bittersweet stay with me. I miss him already, though I saw him only a few hours ago. It will be so lonely in my apartment tonight.
I know that I'll adjust back to my reality in a few days and again, enjoy the silence and relish in my life as a single girl in D.C. Yet, in the meantime...
Does your memory stray to a bright sunny day
When I kissed you and called you sweetheart
Do the chairs in your parlor seem empty and bare
Do you gaze at your doorstep and picture me there
Is your heart filled with pain, shall I come back again
Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight
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