autopilot

everyday crap

Each morning finds me waking 

Rubbing sleep from my eyes I see your side of the bed is still

Empty

I shower and get ready for work

All is normal

Sipping my morning coffee on my commute

I realize I made you an extra cup

Though you'll never be there to drink it

Taxed by customers and co workers and frivolous gossip 

I go about the normal work routine

I eat my lunch, I chit chat, I even may laugh now and then

On my drive home a love song comes on the radio

Oh no they'll be none of that 

I quickly change the station

At home I check my emails, I eat my dinner and by 8:30 I am in bed

I grab one of your shirts from the closet 

There is barely any of your scent left on it

But enough to get me through the night

Till tomorrow when i go back on

autopilot

Author's Note

this is not sophisticated at all apologies if its boring!

Reviews

[Wondering Mind]

This is NOT boring at all. The hints in your lines added to the effect of how one's life goes on "as normally as can be" after the loss of a loved one, but it's not really normal at all. It is a heartfelt write.