No more “good morning my dear”
No more warm cup of coffee she used to bring
No more watching the game together with a beer
No more angel voice, when she used to sing
No more roses on the table
No more romance in the air
No more life, cause I’m on able
No more tenderness and care
No more sweet words in my ear
No more love that should have always lasted
No more warmth, it used to be so no near
No more you, I field so blasted
An empty space in our bed
No more hugs and a warm hand
No shoulder where I could rest my head
Now I see what you truly mend