AMP: Artists' Meeting Place and Resource Collective

Just another day
Waking up at the break of dawn
Getting dressed on autopilot
Drinking the same coffee everyday
I always say to myself to change my daily routine
but I am to stuck in this life
no guts left in me to change
My worn out shoes carry me to the parc on my free sunday
My mind is so empty that for once I forgot to bring my newspaper
Not aware of where my feet are taking me
I suddenly see a view I recognise
The tree we used to play by
The swing we used to climb on
this is what is missing in my life
I miss you
Once a friend
then a lover
The emptyness inside me is gaping in my soul
I never thought silence could make so much noise
I miss you my love
My days are missing your presence
My heart is missing yours
My life will stay empty
untill we meet again