Wednesday 9 January 2019

8 nights without you

I woke up and looked for you
but you weren't there
in your usual place.

I left the room, then I came back
Turned on the light
I expected to see you
But you still weren't here.
Oh I so hope that it's nice where you are
And I'm happy to cry
Because it means that I loved
But oh how I wish you were here

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