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By Cyan Date: 2002 May 15 Comment on this Work [[2002.05.15.21.09.21330]] |
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Solace at dawn is what I miss the most Chirping birds give a sound of bitter sweetness I pull the covers over my head as the sun breaks through my window This is truly the worst part of the day Your body beside me not too long ago Now replaced with an empty cold space I wonder what you're doing with your arms now The arms that use to hold me in the solace at dawn You're probably typing away at some overdue project from work. I miss the sound of those keys as the morning sun shone on your determined face. I miss cooking you breakfast Although I wasn't very good at it You seemed to enjoy every bite Eggs, bacon, biscuit, and black coffee where your favorite I remember I pull myself from bed as I have the past sixty-five miserable mornings I place an x on the calender "March 15" as if to mark the days until your return I stand in the bathroom mirror and stare Memories flash by and I capture a moment My face begins to dampen and I taste salt Something tumbles on the floor I run into the next room hoping upon hope that it's you Instead I'm faced with a crazy cat as I listen to the silence of hell and the echo of your absence |