"I hope work wasn't too bad for you. I've been going through a lot and I'd like to explain things when you get home."

Yours will come for you
In the middle of the night
Dead asleep
It'll grip your chest like a heart attack
Just a breath away from salvation
That will never arrive
Or inflate your lungs
Your mind will race with thoughts of death
And me
In the moments that separate fact from fiction
Your mind will decide the choice you made
Wrapped in the lies you told
Dammed you to a life of wondering
If I still think of you the way you wish I do

Nights are lonely with you gone
Not any more lonely I suppose
Than while you were mine
But the empty bed was easier then
At some point I knew to expect you
To eventually curl warmly into me

But it's difficult now
And lonely still  
And cold
Facing the reality
That your absence
Is the only thing I'm promised forever

If my rage were the weather
You'd never see a day of sun again
Trapped forever in a damp darkness
Of frigid wind and acid rain

It's getting harder and harder
To wake up without you

In those early seconds of morning
The burning rage ignites my soul
And burns me out to a spiteful pit long
Before the sun reaches the peak of the sky

The resentment you buried
Deep in my heart
Boils in the daylight hours
And scolds me long into the night

Melatonin chokes out my consciousness with mercy
Suffocating my misery
If only for a short moment
Until I'm plunged into the depths of my nightmares

My body thrashing about this bed til morning
But each and every sunrise  
Makes it harder and harder
To realize you left me here alone
Bearing no responsibility or resentment of your own

We do now
What we do best

We let it go
And welcome what comes next

You think I miss you
You think I'd miss you
But I already don't
even remember your name