Anything worth doing is never easy.
It is not the sound of your voice
Nor it is the lack of it
I know what I am without.
It isn't the sight of you with him
Or even that I do not see you
But I dream that I will.
Or even that I do not see you
But I dream that I will.
It isn't the lack of warmth in my bed
Even if it was sometimes too much
I'm lucky if decent sleep finds me.
Even if it was sometimes too much
I'm lucky if decent sleep finds me.
It isn't even the subtle smells left in your wake
Not even the rare unpleasant smells
I can only describe yours as comfortable.
Not even the rare unpleasant smells
I can only describe yours as comfortable.
But it is having to watch you walk away
And knowing you won't look back
That kills me.
And knowing you won't look back
That kills me.
