That First Morning

What was it like

that first morning

did you forget what had happened

the day before

were you expecting to find me

right where I usually lay?

did you want to scoop me in

longing for my skin

to lure you 

away from your dreams 

did you reach to kiss  

the back of my neck

and run your fingers through my hair

waiting for my hand to seek yours

as the California sun 

warmed us 

through your bedroom window

were you instead greeted

with an empty space

did you miss walking up to

my sleeping face 

did you trace an outline 

with your fingers

where my body used to be

trying to remember 

my lines

my curves

while it was all still fresh

before it fades away

just like me

soon to be

only a distant part

of your memory.

Reviews

[Ballpark Frank]

This is driven by emotion and feeling. A powerful write. I'm sure this one is relateable to your readers.

[Laura Kate]

Thank you Frankie

[Chris]

The beginnings of endings and our imaginings of an other's perceptions of fresh realities.

[Laura Kate]

Yes, exactly. Thank you Chris

[Chris]

We seem to have this NEED to be missed don't we - when we finally realized how for granted living became...

[Laura Kate]

Very true Chris, and insightful