all of me

as you opened the window, gazing at the view, daydreaming,
something in me burst into tears.
as you checked your memorial box, packing it in your case,
something in me was hurt.
as you drank your morning coffee, taking all your time spiring the sugar,
I felt a hole in me.
now that you're gone, having believed in faraway promisses,
all of me longs for you.