Sometimes serious

I don't want to use a key instead of ringing the bell, I don't want to come out of this melancholy spell, Now that you're not there. When I find something new, immediately think of you, And I won't have anyone to tell, Who would I go to? Now that you're not there. I want to cuddle up near you, and make waves in your wrinkly skin, To throw a fit, crying, so you could reverse it with your grin, And to stubbornly attack things that you deeply felt about, So I could secretly believe them, you wouldn't leave me with a doubt, Where would I seek answers now, where get a pat on my head, You're not there now are you, they tell me you are dead Now that you're not there. Your things are lying around, your glasses and your water, And as silent and as still, your sons and your daughter, Your smell, sweet and silent, still comes from your room, It almost looks like you took nothing at all to your tomb, But you took my sleep when you left, You sneaked away without tell...