silent pages, sleeping canvas
i woke up today
without you beside me
i laid in bed for hours
another day just I and not we
i pulled my bear tight
and tried to stay warm
i glance out the window
of course it’s a storm
i want to get up
take a walk, get off my phone
but it’s hard to just function
here all on my own
when I finally get up
i think I should drink some water
but it’s hard to ever care
it’s hard to even shower
so I move to the couch
another place to rot
i grind up some flower
it’s pretty much all I got
i stare at the ceiling
and watch the shadows move through
times moves slowly
it’s nothing like when I was with you
the room turns to dark
i work through the night
to get anything done
feels like a fight
when four am finally draws near
i drag myself to bed
i look to your pillow
a some tears I do shed
close my eyes and see you there
i try to feel your embrace
breathe in your scent
anything to get away from this place
i’ll drift off to sleep eventually
away to somewhere else
a a little fairy garden perhaps
a place away from just snaps
in the depths of my slumber
my brain starts to wander
a vision starts forming
and without any warning
you’re presence I find
away safe in my mind
a whisper of new days
i see you there making our way
you’ll be shaping our haven
full of pages and arts outline
i’ll weave the tales
you’ll sketch the design
as mid morning sun casts its glow
cold and all curled
i dreams of our world
i linger in my brain
helplessly hoping reality has unfurled
but of course I awake
to a world where time is slow
each moment without you
if only you could know
i suppose you would
if I sent you this poem
but that just feels kind of sad
and you’d know how I was lonesome
so yeah
that is my life without you
some days it’s not as bad
buts it’s never as good
as what we have