Mornings;
Dull light, deafening silence
Lousy moves, disgraceful words
Unlike the same when you left.

Night;
So cold, so spacious
Alien, the windowsill covered with dust
Unlike the same when you find another.

Mornings;
Gloomy atmosphere, nauseous thoughts
Hellish feelings, distracted
Trippled down the staircase
Even had an injury
All because you finally left me.

Night;
Mind full of what ifs
Dying secretly, demanding
For a second chance; an unfinished business
Now lying alone, thinking about you
All because I really miss you.