Bitter Dawn

I woke up to silence, stretched across the sheets, The morning light was soft, the air bittersweet. I reached for the warmth where you used to be, Found nothing but the chill of the empty breeze. I stumbled to the kitchen, half asleep still dreaming, Poured a cup for one, my heart quietly screaming. The coffee brewed strong, but it couldn’t hide The hollow feeling that you’re not by my side. Every sip stings with the truth, you’re gone, This kitchen’s too quiet, and the days are too long. I’m sipping on the bitter taste of dawn, Without you here, nothing feels like home. Could stir up the coffee, stir up the past, Change how the story ends, make it last. But the coffee’s just bitter, and the memories too, In the steam, I see your face, fading out of view. [Orchestra] I glance at the doorway, half expecting you, To come walking in, like you used to do. But the silence answers, my hopes deflate, In this morning ritual, your absence I hate. The clock ticks louder, mocking my despair, Each minute drags as I gasp for air. Your mug sits untouched, a cruel reminder, Of mornings we shared, now nothing’s finer. [epic soundtrack] Every sip stings with the truth, you’re gone, This kitchen’s too quiet, and the days are too long. I’m sipping on the bitter taste of dawn, Without you here, nothing feels like home. I’d pour out this pain if it would bring you back, Fill up your cup, get us back on track. But all that’s left is the echo of your laugh, And a coffee too cold, as I follow this lonely path. [slow] Every sip stings with the truth, you’re gone, This kitchen’s too quiet, and the days are too long. I’m sipping on the bitter taste of dawn, Without you here, nothing feels like home. I glance at the doorway, half expecting you, To come walking in, like you used to do. But the silence answers, my hopes deflate, In this morning ritual, your absence I hate.