Kismet?

There is no-one with their arm Around you when you wake up, No good morning kiss, No-one to cuddle up to On a cold winter's morning. No-one talking to you as you Eat breakfast, or saying you've Got marmalade on your chin. The bathroom is now silent Until you go there. The smell of perfume is no Longer present, nor her clothes In the linen bin, her hairbrush Is no longer in the bathroom Cabinet, her towel is missing. There is no shopping together, No walks in the park to feed The birds, only the silence, the Emptiness until you put the Radio on. There is no-one to talk about Dinner, what to cook, and you Eat alone, wash up alone and Sit alone in the evening until, After an eternity, it's bedtime. There is no-one to lie next to In bed, to kiss goodnight, to Hold in your arms, to make Love to. You lay there in your Thoughts until you nod off. You wake up in the morning to Start another day. We both wanted Each other to find new love should Either die first, but you just become Yesterday's news.