i woke up todaynnnot to trainsnnbut to the mowing of a lawnnni woke up not to younnbut only me alonennthings are different herennit's hard to believennonly hours agonni was laughingnnreflectingnnyour smilennsearching fornnor hiding the wordsnnnot to ruin everythingnni miss you nownni taste your memory repeatingnni knew it would be hardnnapart againnnbut is there any way to prepare for longing?