Cold Glow of Morning

I thought I’d get to kiss your face

And hold your hand when you were sad.

I thought you’d stay, that you would wish

My company when times were bad,

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And when you thought of times to come,

You’d seen me there beside you, dear,

In peaceful camaraderie. I’m numb.

My mind’s cut off from pain and fear,

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To find you gone. Deserted now,

Already cold to touch, the bed

Glows blankly in the dawn. Oh, how

Shall I survive the months ahead?

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I’m missing limbs. I’m incomplete

My feet can’t walk. My tongue won’t stir.

You’re gone, and so am I, my sweet.

There’s no home like the one you were.