Going Through the Motions

One step in front of the other
I walk, cautiously...
my mind never on what it
really should be.

I call upon old friends,
they're just the same,
I flirt outrageously,
playing that old game.

I paste on a smile for them
is this one too loose
this one too tight?
Tell me oh mirror
is this one just right?

And I go through the motions
of living without you
Is this what life is all about
how can this be true?

Each morning I wake with
your name
          upon my lips.

Each evening, my pillow
          takes your place and I slip...
into restless sleep,
           knowing it can't hold me,
or caress me or care,
          but then, you're not there.

So I go through the motions
of living each day without you
and I wonder if you are doing the same
wondering if I am doing it too.