Like the morning
My thoughts are foggy
Like the morning
she said
They were getting divorced
Like the morning
You carried a flower
That wasn’t for me.
I sit with coffee and wait
For warmth
And the strength of the morning sun
To burn away the mist
Till I can think clearly
Again.
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“You carried a flower
That wasn’t for me.”
That image got to me.