I wake up to find myself alone in our bed

The right side of the bed still made

It’s cold without your warm embrace

I reach out hoping to find the slightest hint of you

But I’m just humoring my grieving thoughts

I know the bed will stay unmade

I still smell your perfume on my bed sheets

Tears flow out of my eyes while the raindrops flow off the roof

I wondering if the clouds miss you like I do

The wind howls for you

The flowers don’t bloom the same

The world slowly stops spinning without you

And I am left in this cold empty bed