I was stretched out on the spare bed
Pretending to be asleep
But I was watching you move around my studio
My sketches some good and some without talent
Were spread out all over the cool stone floor
I could see that you rather liked some of them
So I stood up startling you slightly
And told you to choose the ones that you liked
As we had planned to eat in the Cafe of the Shade
Before I walked you slowly to the railway station
At La Ciotat where I was to bid my farewell to you