Everyday is a chapter I get to write.

Yet every page is blank,

Every memory's wiped

With every flip.

Almost like I hit reset...

Everyday.

Because the Sun don't shine

And the Moon don't rise

In a dusty closed book.

But if you took
                        
                        A peek

You would look
                       
                        And see

All the nights and days she took,

                        From me

Now all I see is rain

Every page is wet

With the dew of pain

Her morning left

            Or should I say..

                         ....Her mourning dealt