The Morning After You
Of all the things you left behind,
Your blue toothbrush, still damp
Your diary with an unfinished phrase
Your favourite pair of slippers
And a half empty bottle of cologne,
What I miss the most is your smile
Like warm sunshine, that is now hidden
Amidst the spaces between our fingers
You were in a hurry to leave, love
You were in a hurry to go
I would have hugged you then,
Caressed your wounded soul
Let you fathom
That I was hurting too, just like you
Yet the night fell between us
And the morning light blinds me
Your side of the bed
Unslept, cold and bereft,
Of the promises of forever
Left together with keys of your car
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