I do not know how to live anymore
Spend all day waiting for your call
I am not alive til I hear your voice
Sometimes I am not sure if I'm here at all

When I pass an open mirror
I pause to stare awhile
I need to make sure there really is
A person behind that trapped smile

Hours loom long and lonely
Ticking clock has the upper hand
My dog wonders why I cry hard at night
Whimpers, but doesn't understand

There is a hole that can only be replenished
By your gentle touch and soothing embrace
Although our midnight talks are nice
It's not the same as seeing your face.

I hold onto pictures, notes, and memories
Texts that I've saved on my phone
I have plenty of pieces of you all around
None of it makes me feel less alone