I’m home now, another day
crashed upon my bed
under covers, feeling cold
as thoughts of you run through my head

i can still smell you
faintly, on my fingertips
your scent still on my clothes
your taste still on my lips

how long must i wait
to hear your voice once more?
every time i say goodbye,
my heart drops to the floor

i go km bed at 9:30
i fall asleep at 10
the best sound i could awake to
is hearing your voice again