The worst day

The worst day of my life that I ever knew

Was the first day of my life that I spent without you.

I woke up, got outta bed, and made a cup of tea.

I sat down all alone, and I watched tv.

I went down to the corner though I knew you wouldn’t be there.

I bit my lower lip and ran my fingers through my hair.

The man who drives the bus said I’d have to make a choice.

I said it didn’t matter, in a coral colored voice.

I’d never made decisions of such pressing magnitude.

Where I’d go or what I’d be, I’d always left it up to you.

I never thought I’d have to deal with such mundane sorts of things;

I thought the world would stop the day that you stopped loving me.

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