The Half Heart

Every morning I wanna wake to your face. Empty are the walls. Bare is my soul for without you this is just a place. Head apon pillow deep in slumber without a care. I curse shadows and lose myself in the sent of her hair. I miss you befor you even leave. The foolish try. Emotions are not hidden well apon the sleave. She saw the man befor the ghost. The ship sits out off shore. As the pain does linger just off the coast. In hand brings more comfort than in heart. You felt all. So without warning you did depart. Every morning just befor light chases night away. I sit and curse the reason I could no longer stay. Empty as the lost who's life sit's in a cart. To exist is a struggle when your forever missing the other half of your heart.