I hate that I am laying in bed,
Cradling a mug of hot tea
And there is an image in my head
Of you, in the future, laying next to me.
I can see myself turning out the light
Before laying my head to rest,
And saying 'goodnight'
While my heart pounds in my chest
I can see us at our kitchen table
With coffee to start the day,
Both of us, comfortable and stable,
And then I would send you on your way.
I hate that I am laying in bed,
With a mug of cold tea,
Thinking of the moment of dread
When you left me.
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