Another Day.

Waking up without you by my side has never been easy.
Getting up, knowing you are not behind me.
Towards the door I walk, without your comforting smile.

Walking through the streets of happiness without you,
will never be easy.
I spy with my little eye something beginning with L.
Something I had the fortune to feel.
And yet something I had been cursed with.
Love is around me.
And yet,
It seems so far away.
Since you have been gone.

Returning without you is never any easier.
As I walk in through that door, knowing someone resides there no more.
I sit on the sofa for two.
Knowing it also misses you.
I sleep on one half of the double bed,
The other empty, and blood red.

Though not of colours meant to be.
Red may be the colour of love.
The case here is different, you see.
Not the one you're thinking of.
Blood red, is blood red.
Red is red.
And blood is blood.

And I pass another day.
The stain of your death always remains.