Never Not Here

Waking up, an empty morning
Can't breathe, I'm still dreaming
Your cruel voice, all I can hear
Whispering sweetly, morning dear

Reaching out, to plain white skin
Holding close, feels emptily thin
Your painful scent, a morning spell
Kills me slowly, and all is well

Sunrays fall, a darkened room
Brightly glares, on beautiful gloom
Birds singing, the day's lament
To empty gray, an ornament

Hands to twelve, a morning meal
Morn to noon, time stands still
Plastered smile, eyes have bled
Teardrops falling, on coffee dregs

Trembling lips, your name escapes
The sleeping past, is now awake
Unwritten memories, rewrite the aches
That in echoed tones, reverberates

Hands to six, a morning meal
Noon to eve, time stands still
Trembling fingers, cup falls fast
Shattering sound, broken glass

I lay me down, an empty bed
Turns slowly red, from hands that bled
Your voice whispers, night my dear
Never not there, and never not here