When I wake to greet a day,
the morning sun creeping in
pours light upon my tired face.
First in line, thoughts of you
before I’ve touched a toe
to the floor beyond my bed.
Loneliness envelops me,
every fiber of my being
is crippled by my memories.
Rapidly getting suppressed,
feelings being swallowed back,
I rise to take my steps.
Simple things that meant nothing
a challenge they’ve become.
Coffee is, ironically,
poetically bittersweet.
I sit now alone, sipping,
as sport clips flash across
a muted television screen.
Deep in thought on how
forgetting you may be a choice
I haven’t the luxury to make.








Powerfully penned, CG. Another excellent write with lots of layers my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
There’s so much in this piece. And those last two lines drop one to their knees in a gut punch. Powerful indeed