This morning I woke up,
And knew for sure
That you were gone.
The last time that I touched you
Was inside of a dream.
And though my cheek still tingled,
Where I last felt your breath
I knew it wasn't real,
And wouldn't ever be.
Now I must start my mourning
Again, at the beginning.
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 12:54 PM UTC
This morning I woke up,
And knew for sure
That you were gone.
The last time that I touched you
Was inside of a dream.
And though my cheek still tingled,
Where I last felt your breath
I knew it wasn't real,
And wouldn't ever be.
Now I must start my mourning
Again, at the beginning.
