Broken is lying awake all night
Asking how love so strong could die
Unable to force eyelids closed to sleep
Or do anything except cry

It is counting reasons on your hand
Sharing secrets with your cup of coffee or tea
Searching for his face everywhere you go
Even places you know he won't be

It is waiting for a call that never comes
The one where he begs for you back
Staring at your reflection
Wishing for the beauty you lack

It is holding his old T-shirt tight
Sitting on hard bathroom tile
You know you will never be the same without him
Broken is thinking nothing can ever again make you smile