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I wake up to the sounds

that never make the noise.

I hear your morning wispers

but see that your not there.



Holding my pillow

I smell your flesh and feel

why did I let you go

walking out that door.



By noon I lie awake

and listen for the phone.

The silence doesnt

bother me but keeps me here at home.

I look down at the floor

what do I see.

nothing but full pictures and memories.



Wake to me

take me home

I need you back

back to this life that im known.



Slowly as the day goes by

my style is busted

and my insides cry.

Cant stop thinking bout you and me

never stopped wishing

if I could be free.

Now I am

and now I see.



What use to be the best

part of the day

is gone and lost forever

and can only be replaced.

Searching for invitations

but only picture your face.....



Wake to me

sometime I need you here

Wake to me

because you are all I need.