The bed still has a niche
An imprint where you lay
I stare at it for hours and hours
It’s a comfort to me that way
Nobody saw you leave
You just slipped out yesterday
A note that seemed so trivial
Explains how you felt that day
Sadness hides in corners
Makes you feel so alone
The receiver hadn’t been lifted
Why didn’t you use the phone
To tell us where you were going
Help us to try and understand
Your head was soaring through the clouds
Without me holding your hand
The bed still has a niche
Where your body used to lie
And now I’m going to stare again
To try and understand why