Not This Time

Your side is cold,
The room feels wide; I hear the rain and stay inside.
Your coat still hangs behind the door; I pass it by like days before.
You, you, not this time; you, you, can't be mine.
Still, still I want you near, but, but, but you disappear.
Your coffee cup is on the shelf; I moved your things,
But not myself.
The weeks move on; I'm standing here, I learned to smile,
But you're not near.
You, you, not this time; you, you, can't be mine.
Still, still I want you near, but, but, but you disappear.