You were my morning coffee
What woke me up every day.
You were my watched sunset
The underlying beauty in a giant ball of fire.
You were my front door
Hard to break into, but easy to find
The one that led me home.
You were my pair of gloves
The only ones that ever fit my hands.
You were my favorite song
Memorized down to the final chord.
You were my morning coffee.
But I don't touch the stuff anymore.