{missing you}

There's too much air
And the bed is too wide
It's even comfortable
There's a lot of food
And extra time for church
And a prayer or two
I don't blow dry my hair
And I sleep too much
There's no sudden soft touch
To wake me up
And no embrace to escape from

I answer my phone calls
I even call some back
I don't close the bathroom door
Nobody's going to watch
And my bras are on the floor
I've never picked them up
You did.
Some material things are left:
Losses, notes, laundry, theft.
If rain is just a weather
Not even a mood
That's when I know
I'm missing you
But you said it was ok
That we could choose another date
To meet.