Tuesday, December 11, 2018

waking up

and it's strange
waking up with a smile
on my face
and sunshine on the snow
because not long ago
the sky was blue
but I couldn't see
past the bare trees
and my comforter
was fluffy white but
I only felt it's weight

and it's strange
seeing the light
and feeling the words
well up in me again
it's strange to listen
to music and
let the words move
me to feel
to taste the coffee
with creamer
and not just its
scorching heat

and it's strange
waking up
with a smile
put on my face
by you

and I don't know
maybe it's just strange
to wake up
and have you