The Night Has Set In

On a faded piece of pinkish-redish paper in green ink written in my hand, I found the following few words.

The teapot is singing,
But you're not home to drink.
...I'm alone.
It's cold outside,
and the night has set in.

Evidently I wrote these, but I do not remember it. It sounds a little melancholy.

Tonite it is not cold outside. The earth is giving up the heat that beat down on the ground all day, but it is still hot. There is not teapot on the stove, and you are in the other room speaking firmly to the dog.

I'm glad I'm never alone with you. Nevertheless, the night has set in.

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