You left earlier,
And now I'm left with the worst of it all
And that is the silence
You leave in your wake
And the whisper of I love you
As you walk through your apartment door
And I smile through the bitterness

Goodbyes seem permanent,
So I always go with a "see you later"
After you agree, you walk away
And I hear you sigh
Because we both know that
Neither of us want to leave

When I get home, I lay in bed alone
and think about the time we've shared
It's been eight months today

I'm mising the feeling
Of you playing with my fingers
Until you fall asleep
And I miss the inconvenient locks of hair in my face
That I try to breathe through and ignore

I want to bury my face in your neck
And hold you through the night
Keeping you safe from any danger
That may lurk in the shadows

But I'm in bed by myself
Without you to hold on to
Those "see you later"'s
Only get harder every time

I sleep, restlessly