The Bottom Shelf Review

The morning comes too slowly now,
Like it is too afraid to wake me.
Coffee cools before I drink it,
And the chair across mine stays still.

I walk through days like fog
Everything familiar, everything blurred
Your name lingers
In the corners of my mind.

I keep moving anyway,
Collecting moments like loose change
Small, heavy, and still worth something.
Day by day.

Putting my Pain into Gain
Building myself up once again.
Doing things that I want to do
Without a worry in the world.

Some nights, I almost forget
Which side of the bed was yours.
That almost feels like healing,
But not quite there.