The morning is askew… (first published on blog April 2013)

The morning was askew

The birds had begun singing

Before the sun rose

Laying there, eyes open

Last night’s conversation

Obscured by this morning’s realization

That maybe love really hadn’t been enough

For us to see each other

Vaguely defined by the years

We had wasted on each other

Outlines upon the bed

We wait patiently

For who will go, and which will stay

You slid off the bed

I pretended to sleep

Knowing you were finally leaving for the last time

Softly placed kiss on my forehead

I held the first tear until I heard the door closed

Then let the rain find me in this bed


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