Monday mornings when I wake up I still think of you. Sometimes there is a dull ache and other times a sharp pain in a place that is old and new.
Oh, each day is a little different and I try to move along.
These hands and feet are tired and so is my song.
If only you could be here, you know I want you! If only I could wake up and be right beside you.
When I get caught up in a memory of you I swirl the coffee and turn another page. Each day I write is harder then the last and time is supposed to make things easy and time is going fast.
Sometimes I can find you in the softness and the rain and in the light that slowly falls across the window pane. I watch the clock and hear the cat purr and think I hear you say my name.
Monday mornings aren’t easy and life will never be the same.
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