Stevie Smith — Pad pad

I always remember your beautiful flowers And the beautiful kimono you wore When you sat on the couch With that tigerish crouch And told me you loved me no more What I cannot remember is how I felt when you were unkind All I know is, if you were unkind now I should not mind Ah me, the power to feel exaggerated, angry, and sad The years have taken from me. Softly I go now, pad pad