Good morning
Before you awake
I remember our fight
Your cold silence
My warm confusion
Before you awake
I imagine me dead
And how sad you are
You didn’t mean it
You didn’t mean to push me away
Before you awake
I have lived other lives
I have moved on from you
And enjoy the city view
From my new apartment
You are ashes to me
All your substance blown away
By a vicious memory
That keeps all records of wrongs
And a vibrant mind
That has already moved on
Before you bat the first eyelash
To stir and kiss me hello
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Like the echo of ‘Before you awake’ throughout and the journey of the speaker.
“You are ashes to me
All your substance blown away
By a vicious memory
That keeps all records of wrongs”
Absolutely love the language used here. This whole poem is powerful and amazing.