Dark mornings come.
Such a funny way to hope.
Coffee ground
and you’re down
on the upside again.
Shiver as the air gets colder.
That warm bed calls you,
but it’s a lonely kind of solo.
Stare out the window
that reveals nothing,
but darkness
and Polaris calling.
A few more minutes
and it’s time to
finish getting ready.
Thoughts crash around
inside your head,
like, “How did I end up alone?”
And “The kids have practice at six.”
And “I don’t want to do this anymore.”
Stop for a moment
and collect yourself
before you break.
You’ll never find love,
because what you think is love
is really poison.
DJR – 2023
