Praying for My Love to Come Home

In the morning, I pray
As the sun warms my eyelids, I'm reborn
Into this comely world of enchanting extravagant
I sit under our warm quilt
Hands together, eyes shut as I see you
Hoping, praying for my love to come home

At noon, I pray
As I go through the rigmaroles of a day
Running endless errands drowning my peace
I sit in front of a desk
Hands together, eyes shut as I hear you
Calling, praying for my love to come home

In the afternoon, I pray
As I drag my limping feet down the unwinding stairs
Drained of any joy or colourful beauty
I rest my forehead on the steering wheel
Hands together, eyes shut as I scent you
Blossoming, praying for my love to come home

In the evening, I pray
As I rest my sole frame on the boastful sofa bed
Stares blank into the screen, lighting the dead living room
I embrace the frozen leather cushion
Hands together, eyes shut as I feel you
Grasping, praying for my love to come home

At night, I pray
As I tug my lifeless self into a bed of ice
Wrap my limbs together, sniffling my dreams away
I pull the moist pillow tighter burying the tears
Hands together, eyes shut as I taste you
Growing, praying for my love to come home

As I die before another tomorrow
My love, come back home
My love, come back home.....