when i wake up it is not your eyes that i found
when i make my morning tea, i'm not sharing it with you
when i plan my days, you're only on my weekends
when you say you're on your way home, it's not into mine, ours.
when we go to bed together it was just on the phone
curling under the blanket i wish you were in there with me
and when i finally fall asleep it is not in your arms..
yet..
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