Mourning Without You

a short poem on what it like to wake up when you're used to someone being there.

fluttering eyes recognize this room

search around for your face

arm reaches over but finds only wall

mourning the morning  is common now

no one there to share it

empty space my bed a stark  reminder

lost forever is my love

arms hugging push the cold away

shiver no more the sun is shining

dressing from the dresser drawer

eating breakfast alone


The End

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