Sometimes you are there,
Sometimes you don't.
Sometimes the house is filled with alluring coffee smell,
Sometimes the house is suffocating.
Sometimes our mugs are fully filled,
Sometimes your mug is covered with a layer of dust.
Sometimes the neighbors hear waves of laughters,
Sometimes the hollowness of the empty house creeps into the neighbors mind.
Sometimes the garden flowers bloom so beautifully,
Sometimes the garden soil is cracked up in an unpleasant look.
Sometimes the porch is clean and tidy, Sometimes the sight of the dirty porch is just merely unbearable.
Sometimes the newspapers are spreaded on the coffee table,
Sometimes there are uncountable crumpled tissues everywhere.
Sometimes I would be there to give you a hand,
Sometimes I wish I will never have to see you again.
