I don’t sleep in my bed
Because it’s no longer mine
it ours now
and that’s just fine

I don’t wear the clothes
that she stole periodically
because she wears them better
she dons everything so beautifully

I don’t make the dish
She begs for when she stays
because it’s far too much effort
if she isn’t around to amaze

I don’t do a **** thing
but think of her day and night
because thinking of her
is the only thing that feels right