Left Hand Path Blog

Every Morning

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Every morning

You were my first thought

And every night, my last

How I missed your touch

And recalled your fervent kisses

Throughout my busy day

Brief stolen moments

Blissfully remembering

Anticipating our next rendezvous

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Every morning

You were my first thought

Until one day

You were the second

Then third

My once jubilant smile

A relic of my innocence

Disappeared along with hope

Nothing left but misplaced desire

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One morning

I began to wish for another

As I woke up alone and cold

And I went about my day

Occasionally, I thought of you

A lusterless, faded memory

Triggered by a random word

Or passing thought

A half forgotten dream

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Then one morning

The birds were singing

It was no ordinary day

When he came to stay

Hopelessness replaced

By joyful smiles

Loving words

Playful banter

And fiery passion

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One morning

I awoke in his arms

Then went about my day

Cold wind blowing wet in my face

As I watched the bus disappear in the haze

Dashing through the streets in a peaceful trance

I almost didn’t recognize you

Sitting on that bench

Smoking in the pouring rain

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Yesterday morning

I again woke in his arms

Warm, safe, loving embrace

I passed you as I ran for the bus

But I caught a glimpse as it pulled away

You looked tired, hollow and detached

A shadow of the man I once knew

Later they brought you in

But it was too late for you

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This morning

I went about my day as always

I had six patients this morning

And one of them was you

As I changed your sheets and washed your face

You opened your eyes and tried to speak

As I gently took your hand in mine

A tear rolled down your cheek

And you took your last breath