Without You

by Simon Hayes

This morning I was puzzled,
I felt a little blue.
I knew that something wasn't right
That something was askew.

I looked around the bedroom,
I felt the morning chill.
Opened up the curtains
Ice upon the window sill.

The kitchen was all frosty,
The bathroom a misty Grey.
This surely was the beginning
Of another autumn day.

Into the front room gloomily
I stumbled to the light
Hoping I'd find the problem,
To cure the feeling from last night.

Suddenly it dawned on me
The reason I was blue.
I sat upon the sofa, said
"It's because I'm without you!"