The Vermeer Sleight

I wonder what your hair smells like today.
Is it filled with fall and colors that fade?
Do you think of me while you're away?

Am I the only song you hear?
Do you still promise to hold me, dear?
Why is everything so unclear
When you're gone?

Do you still like to sing that song,
About the prince, the monster, and how things went wrong?
Do you have my letter?
Things are better when you're around.

Take care to remain yourself;
I wouldn't want you to be anyone else.