This is the day that was made for you.
The sun is growing the things you hold dear.
The wind is no longer bothering.
Eyes are wide but filled with anything that holds you dear.
I get up and look to see and then I realize that it is just me.
There is no more you so there is no more we.
Everyday hope the moonlight would lead you back home.
Then the sun rises, and I am all alone.
I do not cry the tears are just dry.
The dust that holds your name, never seems to fit into mine.
You are gone and I am officially all alone.