We don't make each other laugh anymore

You made the bed in our hotel room
couldn't leave it to the chambermaid
I think you needed something

to distract you.
You looked out of the window
at the fresh Paris morning

with your back turned.
I didn't touch the breakfast
by the bed

just stared at the floor
thinking things would never
be as bad again.

We don't make each other laugh anymore
I used to make you giggle
until you went bright red

I remember the time
lemonade came out your nose.
I closed the door.

and wished my last memory of you
wasn't your look of relief
as I said goodbye.