Everyday

An endless cycle.

Good morning, my dear.

Have the pleasing lullabies of mocking birds

Awaken you from this endless slumber?

Or have the slithering worms and snakes

Tickled at your feet and hands while you dreamt?

Have the cracks of your nest given you

Enough room to bathe in sunlight?

Or has the soil continued to separate your

Decaying beauty from my gaze?

Good afternoon, my dear.

Please shut your ears, someone of your

Status should not listen to the cries of a lonesome man.

Your clothes still linger with the scent of perfume and makeup,

For I am a fool who finds comfort in these empty items.

All remains catch dust and I do nothing but long for your presence,

Because this is all I have left.

Pictures of your youth grace our bedroom, and I can still

Hear your voice playing melodies of euphoria throughout

Our creaky apartment.

I have missed you, my luminescent light.

Good night, my dear.

Until tomorrow.