I wake up and see your eyes

Endless pools of blue
piercing my soul
as the drowsiness fades
so does this apparition
It reminds me of you
and how your side of the bed remains cold
Just like the mug sitting on the counter and the photos left to rot
All I've got is the memories
but now those are just tearing me apart
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