Darker Coffee

My morning is a stranger now
Darker coffee, blanker stare
An endless apprehension for the things we might never share

My morning is a stranger now
It no longer fits me right
There’s a space on the small of my back
I didn’t realize
wasn’t mine
until your fingertips unravelled me
It was yours all the time
It’s a tattoo now.
A brand.
A bruise.
This
is
what
I
have
to
lose

My morning is a stranger now
I’m searching for your sleepy eyes
Wondering if how we spend our mornings
becomes
how we spend
our lives

Ashley Wylde
May 4th, 2015

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