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I wake up, the sheets are cold,
The winter has taken hold.
I pull the blanket to my chin,
But space where you sleep is thin.
I pour the cereal on the floor,
I cut toast and ignore the door.
I move through rooms without a sound,
But the silence wraps me around.
The chair you used is pushed back,
Your coat still hangs on the rack.
I'm going through withdrawal tonight,
But the craving never feels all right.
The chair you used is pushed back,
Your coat still hangs on the rack.
I'm counting hours by your name,
But the fire won't burn the same.
I pour the cereal on the floor,
I cut toast and ignore the door.
I move through rooms without a sound,
But the silence wraps me around.
The chair you used is pushed back,
Your coat still hangs on the rack.
I'm going through withdrawal tonight,
But the craving never feels all right.
The chair you used is pushed back,
Your coat still hangs on the rack.
I'm counting hours by your name,
But the fire won't burn the same.
