Almost As If

Almost As If

The two cups of coffee
The second untouched
A table set for two
I eat alone in silence

The two sets of keys
The echo of loneliness
As I open the door
The weariness not kissed away

The smell of you
As I open the closet
Your clothes still hanging
Almost as if

The two pillows
Stil arranged the way you always did
My hand resting where you cheek once did
Still clinging on, still wishing

Dreams filled with the past
The sound of your laughter
The soothing voice, the tender touch
Still wishing, still clinging on

Wake up to a ringing silence
Another weary day begins
The flowers at your picture
The two cups of coffee