When I opened my eyes this morning
They automatically searched for your face,
And in it's strange absence
Came a shuttering of both
My eyelids and my heart,
Tiny storekeepers pulling down the
Cold, metal sheet
To keep out
Any unwanted company.
But with you gone,
Every knock on the door
And ring of the phone
Means nothing,
And every passerby
Is as unwanted as the last.
