Joy cometh in the morning

Joy cometh in the morning
But not for me
To wake as hollow as I'd fallen asleep
Another day to hear the echoes bellow from my insides
With nothing to fill my heart
Joy used  to come in the morning
The days I woke with you to love
A purpose ,
Knowing I could flood you with my affection
And have it returned
Yes , joy did cometh on those days
Distant now
Just as the faded memories
They created
You never realized that loving you
Was a joy .
To me ,
I run my fingers over the scar
The mark from Eros
Remnants, from the direct strike of his enchanted missile
Visible now that your gone,
Without your affection to minister
I loved you before the arrow
Your smile my morning sunshine
To which my world did orbit
Gladly ...
And sadly I wonder
If joy cometh in your morning
Now
Even Without me ?