A Grieving Lover By Madison Porter I lay alone in a bed meant for two. Sometimes, I look to the left waiting for you You’ll never come I forget you’re gone Wearing clothes with smells of you Like fires burning on winter nights hot tea waiting by flaming lights. I can almost imagine Coming home to you Falling asleep to songs from you Voicemails turn into lullabies Little husky tunes I can almost imagine Talking with you I hold on to all these little pieces of you But no matter what Nothing can take away the coldness Left in the spot that will always belong to you It makes me wonder How will I ever go on? I don’t have you. ~ a grieving lover
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