i woke up today
not to trains
but to the mowing of a lawn
i woke up not to you
but only me alone
things are different here
it's hard to believe
only hours ago
i was laughing
reflecting
your smile
searching for
or hiding the words
not to ruin everything
i miss you now
i taste your memory repeating
i knew it would be hard
apart again
but is there any way to prepare for longing?