If Morning Is Day Break... Poem by Benjamin Feliciano

Looking out the window, down familiar streets,
I see the sky-breath shaking the limbs of quiet trees.
A silent day today, when the roads are still,
My thoughts are blank like these pages I fill.
In this moment I lengthen my stride to the door.
Echoes parade the hallways as my feet kiss the floor.
In the healing day light, I let the sky breath shake me too.
A single water wink caresses me, I've lost what I had with you.
I recall when you were my only real friend,
But if morning is day break, then evening should be day mend.