But he gave me daffodils
I argue for the second time
Sitting a bed, half empty
After days of sleepless nights
He left them on my old doorstep
And I kissed the old him on the cheek
And we danced in our old parlor
To songs too old now to repeat
And what about those letters
That he used to leave by my bed
He used words like pulchritudinous
Just so they'd stay in my head
And h...