There's unslept in sheets That don't wrinkle on the corners The alarm clock flashes Because after that storm The one where you left And didn't come back I never reset the numbers There's a worn copy of Cronin's The Passage And a sheet of paper Quoting the fifth installment of Hopsin's ill mind There's a letter on your pillow case That I've rewritten 30 times Reminding you that I still want you Reminding me you're not home And the foot of your side of the bed Is your clothes Folded from before the storm With you car keys on top Still untouched Because I can't bring myself To let go