LONLINESS IN THE EARLY MORN

Eyes open, the room is dark
I lie here alone, my mind starts to race like a high speed wheel turning
Getting to my feet I feel a coldness at my feet
I turn the heat, on just slightly feeling the warmth begin to circulate
Entering the kitchen, still in the dark, I sense you there

Making the morning pot of coffee is a natural routine, making it without you is not
I light a candle giving a flicker of light, not ready to face the luminesce of the lamp yet
I smell the fragrance of fresh coffee filling the room, I sit patiently waiting for the first cup to brew
Sitting alone at the table, my mind wanders to you, to us
The rain gently falls, slowly down the window as though the raindrops were tears
Does this house feel my pain, my want, my broken heart?

I stumble to my favorite chair, your chair, where you slept as I watched you, oh so many times
My trembling hands raise the cup to my lips, but I can't drink
The mere thought of you chokes me, my heart is broken, my spirit is too
You promised me forever, it ended yesterday for reasons still unknown

I slowly return to the bedroom
Lie where you used to lay
Hold your pillow, smell your lingering cologne
Close my eyes, as a single tear falls with the rain


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The early morining hours can be your friend, but for some the hardest, most lonly hours of the day
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