some mornings I pretend you're here,
walking with me to the gas station,
for a Red Bull and Snickers,
but only buying one for myself.

some afternoons I pretend you're here,
sitting with me on the damp grass,
watching as the cars pass by,
wondering if you were in one of them.

some nights I pretend you're here,
I whisper that I love you,
and tell you about my day,
but not hearing about yours in return.