I missed you immediately this morning
an after image of the immediacy in you walking away storming
led to a dismissal of the privilege of your laughter and adoring
a myriad of misses reading the signs and forewarnings
brought an endlessness of wishes to our bond reforming..
I guess you could say I’m having a bad mourning…
I really enjoyed the rhythms of this poem
nice play on morning/mourning
Thank you for noticing Mike!
Last line made me smile and gives hope for moving forward.
I’m glad Steve!
An aubade! Lovely
Oh like this so much. Relationships are so complex and even with ones we love, we endure and/or are reminded of the good, the bad, and the ugly of the past we left behind.