Goodmorning.

I woke up in a hurry. A sudden something

telling me that waking up now would be

a smart choice to make.               

                                Last night I crawled into bed

                                close to the hour of 3,

and now with my eyes blinking quickly

my clock floating in and out of focus.

                What ever awakened me?

           There was a impulsive jolt in me

                                I could have sworn I heard you calling me.

But the early morning light, doesn’t lie like the moon

I know you’re still hundreds of miles away. And that

the safety I feel hearing you voice is still only a phone line dream,

                With a rush, I cover my head under the pillow again,

                                searching the back of my mind. I want to

                                hear you again.

 

Instead, I just feel more restless, I wish you were

here to calm me. This is irrational, silly and absurd

                but I know my day would be better if it started

by me saying good morning to you.

 

Now I find myself, staring into the bath room mirror as the

shower steam finds its way to fog my view,

what is here for you to love? To keep you

insomnia driven with me, to make our late night

conversations even a choice with early morning

class looming not so far away?  

I fell for you like a brick, there wasn’t a choice

about it at all. Not even from the start,

it was something like gravity.