It’s cold,
but I am not crawled up
in the sheets
they remind me of you,

Dawn has broken,
I sit by the window
I wait for a glimpse of you
or even a smell,

Nights were difficult
but not quite like the days
where in the everlasting light
I can’t day-dream about you

I take a walk everyday
throughout the city
to find you familiar face,
a dress or even a voice,
anything at all like you

But in the end,
I realize it’s a walk into abyss
empty, cold, lifeless,
like my heart
since the day you vanished.