I’m Sorry, but
You sleep better without me
Breathe easier and
Stress less
When I’m gone
Well I’m gone
You say it’s me
that says
You’re wrong
Yet I’m the one at fault
I’m gone
You say I say it’s you
You you you do this
Well now I’ll have
Time
For me me me
I sleep horrible without you
Though breathe easier and
With less fear
I’ll trip across
The wrong words, sorry, but,
and you
gray on the days
when there were pains,
Blue on the days she giggled, green
in times she stewed
in the juices she made,
And admitted
to.
I’m a mess.
But I love you just the same.
They all look at you
when you come in the room.
You light it up
She'd say,
Your smile, your eyes,
They all look at you.
I glance around
And see no one's gaze,
Just an afternoon lunch
Of scrambled eggs, white wine,
Side of bacon, and toast.
They served breakfast all day,
The restaurant dim, but sunny bright,
Comfortable hues, soft fabrics,
Familiar walls and table linen.
You are so beautiful,
She’d tell me, and I smiled,
Thanks, Mom, not believing.
Her eyes were red most days,
Watery, and l'm-a-mess colored.
Her missing
Him, missing,
I’m missing
Scrambled eggs and wine.
or
Her eyes were red most days,
Watery, and l'm-a-mess colored.
Missing
Missing
I’m missing
Scrambled eggs and wine.