Sofa
I remember what it felt like to lay next to you
To hold your hand
To feel your legs across mine
To hold you
And draw closer to you
I also remember what it was like when you held me
When you told me everything is going to be alright
I remember the kisses
I remember you holding me tight as we fell asleep
I remember fighting for the blanket because I wanted you closer to me when you were holding me so tight even though we both knew you were never there.
Now I know what it feels like to sleep alone
To sleep on a sofa
I sleep on a sofa
Because a sofa is meant for one person
There’s no room for 2 people
Like my heart
There’s no room for you anymore
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