Pantomiming

I don't remember waking up
Or even going to sleep for that matter
I thought I was having a dream
About snow and rain
But I realized I was just sitting
To close to my broken television

I thought about moving around a little
Maybe pacing around my two room shanty
Maybe write you a letter or a poem
To add to the pile (of crumpled paper)
That I plan on giving to you one day

I'm not really sure if it's dark outside
Or if I've put out every light
But either way, I'm getting exhausted
Of talking to the walls
They are good listeners, but make awful companions

I know that I will never forget you
But sometimes I wish that I could recall
My life before you
Because now that you are gone
I'm not familiar with how to live without you

I supposed I'll have to get used to this...
This pantomiming through life
So mundane that I wish for the cliché
So mediocre that I pray for the ordinary

The point, my love, is that I've missed you
While you are gone
And while you were here
While you were here, I missed you

Yours Always