When everything is unsure
Who will I call
When you are not mine anymore
In the darkest hours
Will my desire shape the pieces of me
Or I will be drowned in reality
That there’s no you beside me
The bed wasn’t this big
It’s a mile wide now that you left
And will these pillows even matter
When your hugs are what my mind utters
In the darkest hours of mine
Who’ll I call?
When I am still hopeful
That you’ll come back, after all
– Kath Panugan
