HABBITS
An empty mug,
Once filled with beer,
Left on the table,
I know you were here,
I know it's empty,
I know for sure,
But I can't hear you,
Calling out for more,
I know you're gone,
Your towle on the floor,
Yet I wait,
For you to walk in the door,
All your habbits,
Were hard to bear,
But then I least,
I'd know you care,
It's a long time,
Between when you call,
I wonder if,
You will be back at all,
I wake up,
You're nowhere to be found,
But your messy habbits,
Leave memories around.