I miss you,
even though you're still around
we're not how we were before
I sleep on the couch now but that's alright
from here I can watch the door
on this couch I make no sound
but I'd rather sleep on our floor
to hear you breathe and roll about
and wonder of what you dream
I've buried my cries deep down for now
something that's harder than it seems

It's strange,
even now we share this roof
it shelters us from storms
but what can shelter us from truth?
that true love can surely die
this house was a home some weeks ago
the proof always catches my eye
a sign above the stairs I hung
it reads;
"This is our happy place"