Waking up in pieces every morning
I reach out for a memory
Often wishing things could go back
Back to the way they were
Waking up alone is better than waking up feeling alone
Late afternoon rolls around quickly
Wasted and wishing I stay in bed
Wishing I could move
Wishing I could find some reason to believe
Wishing I could stop wishing
Falling out of bed
Watching the pieces assemble
Wanting nothing more than to touch her
Just to watch her smile move slowly into place
Wanting is all I have most mornings
Just like these words I feel unfinished
