Someday you will wake up to the sunlight but not warmth.

The other side of your bed and cupboard will be empty. The drawers will have only your stuff and the seat next to yours will never be mine again. Your songs will be yours, I won’t sing them back to you. Your words, your laugh,your heart. Everything will be yours again. Your sweats won’t have dirty cuffs and your mugs will be in place.
The moon won’t see us together and the stars would long to be stared by us. And oh,those rains would miss drenching us.

You won’t see me again,I will be gone,with your pieces along.
Trust me,you will always feel half. Never com…