This morning I'm sad... this morning I'm alone...
This morning I miss you even more than before...
My heart is aching.

I just ******* miss you...
I miss everything
I miss your messy hair in the morning
not wanting to get out of bed...
I miss making breakfast and laughing
your sleepy eyes...
I miss you jumping on my lap to hold you...
telling me how you didn't want to go to work...
I miss your kisses.

I miss the fun fights
the funny looks you would give me
I miss our conversations...
I miss crawling back into bed
kissing you all over
looking into your eyes
laying on your chest...
I miss you holding me tight ... the sighs

None of it exists anymore...
I'm just home alone
I woke up in this empty house
no sounds, no movement on my bed... no soft skin laying next to me.

Sundays hunt me... they rip me apart every time
I try not to be at home on Saturday nights...
I've realized this is why...
I rather crawl into someone else's bed
feel someone else's arms around me
they make me forget...
they make me feel stronger...
they make me smile again...
they help me mask the pain inside my chest

Sundays at home alone... they bring me back to reality