So much I have yet to say,
I have yet to find a way,
Would I could just tell you all,
Afraid I am that you won't call.
The phone is silent,
Landline dead,
Regretting all I did and said.
The bed is empty,
Without you there,
No tangled muss of your red hair.
The kitchen's quiet,
Bathroom's gone,
Wishing I knew what went wrong.
The porch is colder,
My heart is cold,
Without you with me, I grow old.
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