When the Morning is Mine Alone

And alone is a blessing

When sleep drops from my eyes and visions upon waking seem more real than the floor I walk on

When the blanket is warm and pulls me stronger than the sun

As she sneaks at my windowsill from miles away I see stars holding to the black skies

Clouds are my blanket is fog pulling sore muscles from bed

And my feet have forgotten the weight of me, so I stumble.

The house is silent but my mind is a whirlwind so early, breezing whisps I still smell

I can feel the touch of you behind me in my empty bed, and I get goosebumps at the skin of you.

I saw your smile but you’re gone now I’m in walls and floors and ceilings

And they box me in with quiet as I turn the fan off and my ears fade with the silence as it dies,

I still hear your limbs creaking as they encircled me.

I miss you, phantom

But alone is a blessing in the morning

Scuffling bare feet in between worlds I pull on my skins

And shoes

And smell the humid heat of summer lingering in the ease of night as I open the front door

Where the morning isn’t here yet but is a promise like you are,

I see her coming as I stride out beneath the trees to hold them holding me

I can see my arms but I feel theirs

Tighter.