As I walk this empty room, I think about you and all the times we lived, laughed and loved in this room.
As I walk this empty room, I think of all the times you held me close, kissed my lips and whispered how much you loved me.
As I walk this empty room, I remember the warmth of your smile, the gentleness of your touch and the tenderness in your eyes when you looked at me.
As I walk this empty room, I can still picture you fast asleep, as I tiptoed off to work.
As I lay in this lonely bed, I can still feel your arms wrapped tightly around me while we slept.
As I lay in this lonely bed, there are times I still reach out for you, desperately wanting to feel safe in your embrace again.
As I lay in this lonely bed, there are times I find myself reaching out for the phone, hoping to hear your voice on the other end telling me goodnight.
As I walk this empty room, I vividly replay the last moment I spent with you here.
As I lay in this lonely bed, I clutch my broken heart and cry.
This empty room and lonely bed are my reality. You're never coming back.
