my lost and faded mornings

Here’s the thing about the morning-
I miss it all too suddenly
As it fades violently into afternoon
And I am hot, so hot, and tired
Falling backwards
And time is being sucked, sucked,
Sucked away, silently.

And here’s the thing about my dreams-
None are more familiar
Than the ones where I am you,
And you are love,
And I’ve never once held
Pen in hand
And written while in slumber.

Here’s the thing about our song-
It changes every evening,
It’s love and laughter on a breeze,
And then it’s demons screaming,
I love the words
They now resound
With lonesome echoes reaching.

And here’s the thing I’ve changed somehow-
I have no expectations
The hope is keeping me alive
So I’ll die, I’ll die tomorrow,
Because you’ve told me
Twice I think
To not count on you trying,
And so I’ve told you
Twice I think
To leave me in my sorrow.

-kb