It's 3 A.M and you just left me
Your side of the bed has risen
And your pillow has lost it's scent
Your coffee cup is clean
And I can no longer remember your touch
My hands are cold
And your warmth has deserted me
It's 3 A.M
And your already gone
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Found this poem when I was going through old documents in my WordPad. Short and simple, but it's worth posting.
-TaylorMarie
