waking up each morning, with
those wet lines down your cheek,
reminds you of how you just cried
yourself to sleep.

every day is hard, and
it’s just getting harder,
like the distance keeps
pushing me away farther.

the longer you’re gone,
the harder it gets,
like my soul’s collecting
unpaid debts.

so I’m here for another night,
begging for the tears to stop,
but the memories keep flooding in,
and my heart’s about to drop.