Not the Same

My room is overly clean how I like it
I have regained space in my closet
I can concentrate on my work once again
And I have stopped tripping over some enormous shoes

My desk has enough room to stretch my arms
I can choose what to watch on t.v.
And I don't have to shave my legs every once in a while

But it's not the same
Something doesn't feel right

I miss walking into my room and seeing your smiling face
There's none of your clothes lying carelessly upon my bed
There's no one to make me laugh

I fall asleep crying to Heaven for you to hold me
But my request is rejected
I must console myself with your picture
And pretend that you are by me, holding my hand







...I miss you