The Cupboard of My Heart Is Bare

morning blooms i wilt in contrast i will die looking out of the window i will keep watching for you to come back home afternoon glows i fade in contrast i will die looking out of the window i will keep listening for you to turn the nob on that door branded with my broken heart evening glistens i darken even more in contrast i will die looking out of the window i will keep sniffing for even a small hint of your favorite perfume sleep is a thing of the past like our love the shirelles sing exactly what and how i feel i worry none about eviction or homelessness both begun the instant you said 'goodbye for good' my hope is a mudpie with a careless footprint in it the cupboard of my heart is bare the foundation of my being will forever have a permanent tear