Staring out over the lake
Mist rising off of the rippling water
Sitting on the deck
Coffee in hand
Are you on the other side?
Are you looking my way?
Are you hoping I'll be looking for you?
I take my coffee here every morning
I won't stop coming here
I need to believe you are looking back
Hoping for just a glimpse of your angelface
Not minding the coolness of the morning air
Ignoring the goosebumps on my arms
Letting the hot coffee warm my bones
Remembering a time
When your arms warmed me
Wishing you were here to hold me now
Why did it have to end?
Was it all the stupid things I said?
Was it all the things I didn't do?
Did I need to be a better man?
So I sit on this deck
Peering out into the nothingness
Searching for the right words
To bring you back to me
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