My lonely day.. The pillow empty by my side The quietness deafening on that side The coldness that I feel Just doesn’t seem to be that real The kettle on and boiling well Two cups… but only one The other hanging still To sit and talk was always there To sit and listen was ours to share The chair is bare whilst I stare The room so bare without you there The night clock calls and time for bed The pillow empty by my side The quietness deafening on that side The coldness that I feel Just doesn’t seem to be that real My lonely day I miss you always xxx