It's hardest in the mornings.
Right after I wake up up, and the room is dark, and the dreams are still fresh. It always takes a minute to realize they were just dreams. That's when it hurts the most. Knowing that the whole day is ahead of me and you won't be in it.
It's hardest in the mornings.

It's hardest at 10 o clock.
When I'm sitting at my desk trying to stay focused. But I can't. My thoughts of you simply won't go away. It's hardest when someone asks how we're doing and what are Christmas plans are. That's when it hurts the most. When I think of the future and all the things we'll never get to do.
It's hardest at 10 o clock.

It's hardest at noon.
When I start to get the most lonely at work, so I start looking through my pictures. Thinking of all the memories we made. The time we spent together. That's when it hurts the most. When I remember all of whatused to be.
It's hardest at noon.

It's hardest at 3 o clock.
When I wonder if you're off of work yet. I wonder if you're day was okay. I hope that your boss was nice to you, especially now. Did you get home safe? I sure hope so. That's when it hurts the most. When I never get that text letting me know you're safe, and that you can't wait to see me.
It's hardest at 3 o clock.

It's hardest at 5:30.
When I pull up at home from work. I go to tell you that I'm home safe. But I have to stop myself. I can't do that anymore. I can't tell you I'm excited to see you, cause I won't get to. That's when it hurts the most. When I can't run in and change and tell you I'm on my way up.
It's hardest at 5:30.

It's hardest at 7:30.
When it's getting late enough that we should start our movie soon or we won't have time. When I think about what movie we might have watched. Or what we could have had for dinner. That's when it hurts the most. When I should be with you, holding your hand or tickling your back.
It's hardest at 7:30.

It's hardest at bedtime.
The moment of right before I fall asleep. When sadness overcomes me and I'm terrified to fall asleep. But I can't stop myself. The medicine kicked in already. That's when it hurts the most. Because I know I'll dream of you. I know I'll see your face again, and hear your voice. But I'll have to wake up. Please don't make me wake up. Because when I do, it will start all over.
It's hardest at bedtime.


I miss you.