Smoking drum tobacco,
Coffee and the morning is so cold,
Stuck in my own head,
These are the days a couch is home,

I miss your voice,
sound of your feet on the floor,
I knew every exact sound you would make,
Then your keys would lock the door,

The winter shuffle of cold icy snow filled streets,
You can do it,
I believe in you,
We are going for a walk I would say,

Your love,
Unconditional,

Your love,
Wide open arms,