Stephen Sondheim - Fourth Letter lyrics

[Clara] How could I forget you? (A shadowy figure, Fosca, appears at the top of the stairs and begins slowly descending.) Yesterday I walked through the park To the knoll where we met Afterwards I sat on the bench Where we sat all that sultry afternoon I thought about our room, our little room Where we were happy And where we shall be happy again Some day I see us in our room, our little room And I don't feel so alone any more (Against her song, the Chopinesque piano music which we heard before begins to play.) I close my eyes, imagining that you are there Imagining your fingers touching mine Imagining our room The bed, the secrecy, the world outside Your mouth on mine (Fosca descends the last step. She carries some books And approaches her empty place setting with an uncertain gait. Music holds) [Fosca] Captain... (Giorgio sees her and is momentarily stunned. Clara exits.)