No holidays due
nothing to look forward to.
Same thing everyday
boredom arrives without delay.
Trying to think of things to do
that doesn’t involve missing you,
but memories are all that’s there
even down to
the way you styled your hair.
If only I could get away
then maybe my mind might stray.
Soak up the summer sun
splash around and have some fun.
Instead my life is stuck on repeat
going to bed without you
and having to admit defeat.