So dead.

You'd think its so easy,
But a 'talk to you tomorrow',
Sounds to a dead day of sorrow.
One day without the sound of your voice,
And I barely hang on, busying myself.
I sleep early the days you're not there.
The days I've not calmed with your voice.
Wouldn't it be nicer to just have you here,
So I sit there as long as it takes,
To just hear your voice.
Till my phones rings again,
The number with the same last digits make me smile.
Smiling for a moment before I say hello,
And its all the same,
Like the clocks start working again,
Getting into the gears of yesterday.
Wouldn't it be nicer to just have you here.
A day without the calm of your voice,
One day without the sound of your voice.
Its so dead, it feels so dead.