Over Poem by Caylin Paige

feeling the mist of the morning waking up
though my lips are still dry
with out your tender kiss
and your warm skin by my side.
empty is my cup
you have sipped it
til it ran bare
but some how i am ok with out you there
the leaves on the trees still
remind me of each story we shared
under the oak tree that is no longer there.
just like the love we used to share
each year you were there
is one less
that i have to spare.
but for some reason its ok that you are not here
we have lived out our love and now i simply dont care.