Good Mourning.

Good morning, good day.
I haven’t slept at all.
Your face is in my dreams,
and your voice will haunt my thoughts.

I look out the window, out at the morning sun,
I continue to think of you,
and I hope maybe you could think of me too.

But you don’t, you don’t, you don’t think of me at all.
For I’d lost you many years ago
After an abnormally withdrawn call.

So you can forever do your dancing, and I will do my thinking,
and we will stay our separate ways.

Just know, my darling, that you never leave my mind,
with every breath that I take.