Mornings are hard

Every morning something in me says

She is next to me

I open my eyes to see a pillow 

Shattered even more 

Sulking didn't work 

Oh dear, 

My mind wired in a way

I can't glitch in it

Doubting everything I do

Repetition is what it is

One day when I am

Glaring the ceiling with you

As I am lost in words you speak 

You in my mind, fantasy?

Is it all that much?