waking up was hard this morning.
hearing my alarm instead of the ringtone,
that I set for you.
it was rough getting out of bed,
when I didn't have you to get up to.
the loneliness is almost too much to handle,
but I do it, for you, for us.
I don't want to think of you,
giving another what you give to me.
so I endure the depression, loneliness
all for the fantasy of us.