When you don’t come home

I bathe in just your cologne

And dream pretty things…

I found our old place

Hoping we’d cross paths again

Just to see your face

I wake up to smiles

All day kisses in the fields

Of strawberry bliss

I keep the lights dim

Waiting for you to return

To my empty arms

I don’t know how to

Love someone else without you

Always on my mind

When they ask me why

I tell them how you taste like

Candied honeycombs…

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