• I don't know if you knew, but I left the coffe pot on. I just forgot to flip the switch before I shut the door to leave. I left the door unlocked because I knew you'd be coming home. I left a kiss on your pillow because I knew you'd get it when you laid down to sleep.

    I picked out your favorite clothes this morning when I went through the closet, but I didn't lay them on the bed. I didn't iron out the wrinkles or choose the right shoes. I just stared at your favorite shirt and knew it's the one you would have worn.

    I pulled out an extra spoon before breakfast and ended up putting it back among the rest. I got annoyed because you weren't there to take out the trash and I couldn't open a jar. Did I mention that I didn't lock the door.

    I've been living in a dream and I can't seem to find my way out. They told me that you had gone home, but someone must have gotten it wrong. They said you wouldn't be back, but I can't find it in myself to accept that.

    I've been laying on your side of the bed just to get a feel of what it's like to have you near again. I've been drying my tears on the clothes you left behind. And I've been spraying your cologne to remember how you smell. But it's all wrong.

    The weight on the bed is never the same. It's not nearly as warm with you gone. Your clothes are so empty, like the space in my heart, and they can't seem to dry my tears nearly as well as your kisses. Even your cologne isn't the same without that special something you gave it.

    Why aren't you here? When are you coming home? The rooms are so empty without you. I feel so alone. I don't know how to move on. You were supposed to grow old