This bed

When I lie in bed at night
And reach out next to me
What a painfull sight
The space is empty

I should be use to it by now
Clutching the pillow in my cries
But I cant help think how
much of this bed I despies

I cant help feeling the feelings
of betrayel and despair
and than that firmiliar sense of fear
You promised you would always be here
So why are you there?

Its turning cold again
Like it does every night
A painfull memory every now and then
As I turn of the light

And just before I fall asleep
Your face is what I see
And Im wondering..
Do you ever think of me?