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It starts at 8am

And I wake up.

I pause upon the crack in my ceiling

The one I've never fixed.

I'm ready for something

The scent of the coming day.

Then I remember I'm alone

That we've gone our separate ways.

And it all falls apart.

My heart is heavy

With the fullness of you.

People pry at me to open up

But there's just no room.

Today I am broken

And I've run out of glue.

So numb in this shell

I pace like a fool.

It's my fault it's over

And I've caused all this pain.

There are so many regrets now

And to what gain?

You are the one I love

The half who makes my whole.

And tonight I'll pick up the telephone

Yet never dial beyond the tone.

My mind doesn't know where to wander

To memories or fact.

Either brings hot tears

To the corners of my eyes.

I remember you holding my silently

As you kissed my scented neck.

And I know that my longing wishes

Are nothing more than that.

I wish that you could be here

To hold me in the night.

To help hold me strong

Against the demons that I fight.

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow

Will be just as cold a day.

When will you be my half again?

My whole has wasted away.