Your favorite song
Is still playing on the radio
And I never fail to sing along
Though there are times,
My voice cracks
And I get out of tune.
Your coffee never gets cold
Steaming in your favorite mug
With a hint of sweetness
Like how you'd always like it done.
Each morning,
I wake up to the same scenario
When I would see you
Sitting on your favorite chair,
With the morning sun
Playing shadows on your hair.
And when our eyes meet,
You'd get up and wrap me in your arms
And greet me with a soft peck on the cheek
Like how I would remember
In mornings we're together,
When you were still here.
©irleenda
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