Woke up in a different room
My eyes scanning for you
Held on to the sheets hoping it was just a dream
Went a different route for the walk
My limbs reaching for you
Held on to the high hoping it was just a hallucination
The dry toast crumbled in my mouth and the coffee was weak
Held on the caffeine, hoping it would get better
The lunch was a dull affair so was the siesta
Held on to the inertia hoping to gather energy
At the end of the day, I went to a different room
Holding, Hoping.