Early In The Morning 2 Poem by Gert Strydom

When the weaver twittered for its mate
I imagined you here inside with me,
that you and I looked at the rising sun
and there was no movement on the street.
In reality I am separated from you
and hear children laughing while they play,
the neighbour curses his wife and is bored.
Is there a place without love or hate?
The sky did change from grey to blue,
the neighbour's wife looked at the leaving car
and I feel as if I exist alone
but a photo reminds me of you,
about how full of joy and life you look,
also rejected that woman is outside.
© Gert Strydom