Waking Up.

Waking up this morning, Gazing out the window, into a pink and orange abyss. A brand new day. I wrap myself in the warmth Of my housecoat, Coat my throat with a tepid, fluid Sip of freshly made coffee. I reflect. I feel so empty, So lonely, so lost. Where are you? In the orange, I see my inner flame. Anger fueled me to the core. In the pink, I see my tired cheeks, blushing more and more. I’m running out of will, To keep myself moving forward. I need you. I need my best friend. It’s lonely on the outside, When no one is concerned. When your inner flame, Leaves you feeling burned