Where my love by Rob Elsby

(after Prévert)

 

I sought you in your attic 

among childhood things and dust 

but I did not find you there 

my love

I did not find you there 

I sought you in your bedroom 

among your perfumes and your sheets 

but I did not find you there 

my love 

I did not find you there 

I sought you in your kitchen 

among your recipes and knives 

when I could not find you there 

my love

I feared my love had died

 I found you in the street 

my love 

with sorrow and despair 

but when you turned towards me

you did not find me there.