Another Morning

Another morning starts like so many
Waking to reach out for one that isn’t there
After all these years I remember the feel
I can still remember the scent of her hair.

The drive to get out of bed isn’t the same
Making coffee for one is sometimes a chore
Breakfast alone, noone to tease from the shower
It is another morning spent wishing for more.

We can always try to be happy with life
Appreciating the things we do still possess
There seems to be no reason to wonder why
Many don’t start the day with another’s caress.

I move with the motions of one half alive
Don’t be sad for I look ahead with a smile
There are friends that always share the hope
That again one day someone will stay a while.

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About graypoet

Just one that at times puts the words to the page and lets them fall as they might.
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One Response to Another Morning

  1. Phyllis Sears says:

    Always hope my friend and friends share more than we realize sometimes.

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