Without You
If I had this day to own
I think I could sit here for an hour
With nothing more important
Than coffee and this pen
And how much better living's been
Without you.
I don't do a lot these days --
It's so crazy, but it's fun
Just recalling what I'm missing
Without you.
It ain't about good or bad
Or anything so grim --
I remember well your beauty --
But the mornings still have been
Lighter now without you.
Stumble It!
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