In the morning you'll be gone
And I'll just linger a while in your space
Breathing in your ghostly scent on my pillow
Imaging myself as her
Making you dinner
Gathering the kids
Waiting for you to come home
But you won't be back here again
You won't sit at my table
Or laugh as I ruffle your hair
She'll do those things now
And I'll just be a distant dream
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 11:49 PM UTC
In the morning you'll be gone
And I'll just linger a while in your space
Breathing in your ghostly scent on my pillow
Imaging myself as her
Making you dinner
Gathering the kids
Waiting for you to come home
But you won't be back here again
You won't sit at my table
Or laugh as I ruffle your hair
She'll do those things now
And I'll just be a distant dream