Early morning sky
Blue almost white
Three vanilla cloud
Streaks hover above
Like cigar smoke
Cool air trapped
Inside frosts panes
Like aging dust
Mid-July’s humidity brings
A damp chill
While coffee mugs
Steam and warm
Sipping ever slowly
Feeling it slither
Milk and honey
Walking to me
Sitting and drinking
Smiling and winking
Dressed in shorts
Red zipped jumper
Knees to chest
Warding off dawns
Early morning dew
A to Z
Are just letters
Unionized forming words
Punctuated into thoughts
And bled here
Then folded neatly
Sealed and posted
Opened and read
Languidly in hammocks
Rushed at work
Your eyes only
Understand these things
Even though I
Don’t say them
But pen them
Always to you
I’ve only ever
Loved one other
In my lifetime
The same way
Neither ever ended
They simply stopped
Like a car
Out of gas
Now on foot
I no longer
Miss that car
Instead enjoying things
I missed outside
When alone inside
Life slows down
When alone walking
And breathing air
It’s nighttime though
That worries me
When everything’s asleep
Everything but me
The East glows
This morning like
Far off bonfires
Igniting blue skies
Faint pink rouged
Clouds hang high
Like dangling earrings
Catching breaking dawn
Humid chill prompts
Up turned collar
As I sip
Coffee outside our
Little NoDa apartment
Waiting for you
To awaken shivering
Clad in last
Nights fleece pullover
Like many things
We share together
Early morning coffee
The chattering birds
Dawns first light
And dream remembering
Set our tempo
Like daily metronomes
Uncurled and unfurled
The road map
Of your life
Lays before me
I am here
And you are
Way over there
How did we
Both get lost
When the last
Time I looked
We were together
I won’t catch-up
If you move
So you must
Either keep going
Apart or come
Back to me
Right where you
Left me before
If you don’t
I will find
My own way
Just as you
Will find yours
