I know nothing about tomorrow
But I sure know what it feels like.

A bed with empty spaces
sleeping beside women with different faces.
To try and forget what lingers in my dreams
to try and remember love without the we.

Yet here we are clinging to uncertain wishes
still I wish for you in a million chances.

Now, I might say It's all said and done
Waking up another day without the one.

For we unintentionally heal ourselves
  with short laughter and conversations
and eventually
     we use fragments of joy and motivation
as a step further to a small beginning
that leads to a big change
  and through this
we hope for brighter days

Gently, I handled my words
embraced the pillow
and whispered
the pain that I longed endured
the loneliness which is inevitable
and for as long as the pillow can hear it
  no man can know my weakness
and only tear stains will  remain

She comes home late,
the fragrance on her clothes seems different,
like a warm heat that had been rubbed
to a surface I dared not to believe
  and when she kissed me on the cheek
I prayed her lips was wet for
drinking the beverage I had offered her.

Regret has swallowed me whole,
   begged the mirror to break the silence,
what more do I lack?
Was the promise for eternity not enough
  or I wasn't as great as the lover I used to be in the past?

Each doubt made me weak, knowing on another's arms she was given plenty
and everytime she comes home late
  I hope she'll see
through my eyes a man
broken over a truth
I neglected to see