Your Morning Allure

Waking up. Getting up. Falling down. Staying down. Still sleeping now. Forgetting how to enjoy morning now that my heart no longer rises with the sun among the clouds. I want to stop rhyming because it just brings back the times when we both believed in a synchronized sunrise. But now laying still on the cold concrete I am. And still I believe eternity wasn't meant for me if love isn’t waiting on my windowsill. But ah, what’s this? It’s not waiting by my window as it would seem. Instead I notice a shadowy figure on this hard floor that looks just like me. I felt her skin touch my wounded hand, her own scars whispered, “I understand.” and we both got up from the old cold floor poured up some tea and began to live our mornings for so much more; For you and for me.