Morning coffee

A Poem by BlackFire

The wind is calm, the trees leaves glisten in the early sunlight and I can feel your body next to me each breath with the rise and fall of your chest matches the beating of my heart plays along offbeat but together it’s a quite symphony only meant for me to hear. You’re snoring and there’s drool running down your face but it doesn’t matter because you have never been more beautiful. Your hair laying everywhere across the pillow and tangled in knots stray parts lying in your face and I brush them off to kiss your cheek. I know you won’t be up for another hour. The kitchen floor is cold and the coffee machine barely kicks to life. Its in this hour where you are sleeping and I have the apartment to myself I feel safe and calm. The quiet is no longer sad; there is no emptiness only bliss.

The coffee in my cup is cold now like you’re side of the bed, the sheets no longer tangle through the night. The sun no longer creeps in and lies on your face and I cannot hear the sound of your heart beating. It’s morning and the coffee machine still bangs to life but it’s the only sound I know that’s familiar. You’re gone and it’s getting harder but it doesn’t mean its over. You made my sunrise but I create my sunset, the day is just another day without your name brushing across my lips. Its hard to move on but I will sit here in the morning hours drinking my coffee learning to love the emptiness for I no longer need you.