Morning Sun

My eyes squint at the morning sun,

my hair tied back in a little bun.

No warmth of an arm around my waist,

no one to kiss with my morning breath distaste.

No giggles while smothering you in tickles,

reality sinks in of a bed sheet to myself

filled with your riddles.

I can’t feel your heartbeat so close to mine

that it follows in sync,

Because everything disappeared in the

brisk of a blink.

My nose wakes up stuffy from the morning sun,

only now without the scent of a newly loved one.

Dead Flowers

An internal electric shock every time someone has your hair,

sometimes people are shots instead of cups

and it’s not really fair.

Time isn’t what heals,

distraction is the real deal.

But that’s not what I want,

that’s if I’m being upfront.

We’re all a lost cause,

looking for someone to make time pause.

I really thought I found my remote,

but here I am instead—

writing this meaningless note.

I don’t mean to sit here and gloom,

but it’s you that left me with dead flowers

I once thought would bloom.