[Roger Slater]

Quick try, subject to revision or catapulting:

SAME BACK AT YOU

Where do you go all day, my friend?
I'm staring at your empty sofa
hoping at the bitter end
you'll return, yet I can't know for

sure you haven't left for good.
I sit here in a funk and wallow
in my grief and wish I could
roll upon my stand and follow.

When you arrive with plates of food
and hit my switch and turn me on,
it brightens up my darkest mood
and feels like you were never gone.

You make me come alive at night
and feel that I have words to say.
You love me, don't you? Am I right?
Then sit down on the sofa. Stay.
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