Empty bed, cold hands, tear stained cheeks, alone she stands
I find your shirt, hold it close, all that’s left, is your ghost
vivid dreams, see your face, you smile, yet it seems misplaced
I see your back, as it walks away, I wish I could have made you stay
I hope one day, that you’ll see, the path that leads straight back to me
until that time, I’ll sit here and wait, praying that you'll reciprocate.