I reach out for you in what has become the dawn -
The tireless night has surrendered
To the reality of civil twilight.
My heart today, I’ll leave behind
Next to your picture
To bask in the half-light of the morning air
Still heavy with the burden of you.
Your scent has since long left our pillows
Yet I still bury my face within
What my imagination will allow.
I’ll open my eyes to a world without you
And won’t glance at your side of the bed
I’ll pretend to be an adult
Masking the tear streaked cheeks of a child
With a grown man’s sensibility.
I place both feet on the floor of this Tuesday morning
Looking towards the breaking day.