The harsh dawn burns my cheeks,
It always seems colder
Without you
I trudge alone
Pass the gossiping old ladies
“What happened to him? Didn’t he go off with the other? Poor girl?”
And the young men
“Where is he, is he coming to the football?”
I stare at their shoes and say I don’t know.

Walking in the rain without your umbrella
My dress turns transparent
Our love turns to rust
Your cheery hug would keep me warm
Without you I feel the ice on my fingers
And the shivers in my spine
I am a lonely girl

I bus home
People staring at me
As they do
I can’t laugh at them,
Without you.
I squeak open the gate
And walk to the porch
There is a rose waiting for me
From you,
It’s dead.

I lie on my bed and stare at the ceiling,
It mocks me
I give in and bawl
Just like a child.

I’ll wait for you.
To come home
And we can be a family again,
For now
You fight your battles and I’ll fight mine
Come home to me,
When the weather is fine.