Waking,
Alone in the still,
And your not here with me,
The air is chill,
Chiller when faced alone.

I can turn the light on
Since your not there to wake,
And I needn’t be careful
About all the noises I might make,

I pull the sheets and make the bed,
Blue for white, cotton for satin,
I hold the pillow for her head,
Find a hair from where she’d been
Coiled, waiting for me to find,
Waiting to bring her back to mind.

I leave our bed is made,
Travels miss in passing,
I wish I could have stayed,
But she’ll find on returning,
A white rose I had laid,
On her pillow.