Lost

“I drink a coffee every morning,
Comes from a place that’s far away.
When I’m done, I feel like talking,
Without you here, there is less to say.

Don’t want you thinking I’m unhappy.
What is closer to the truth,
That if I lived till I was a hundred and two,
Just don’t think I’ll ever get over you.”

-- Colin Hay.

You know it’s true, M. I don’t know what I would do without you.