the morning sun has barely shed it’s cover
on the day that has yet to be.
my eyes hold the darkness
as it loses it’s grip on me.
I search my mind before I rise
for echoes of days gone by.
painted strokes of memories
like an approaching, unstoppable tide.
it swells and builds from deep within
I can hear it’s familiar song.
the words and beat remain the same
melodies where I no longer belong.
so I reset my thoughts and place my foot
gently upon the cold, sharp floor.
begin my day with these ghosts of past
tucked safely in my heart’s drawer.
that drawer, I know, is very full
as the sun keeps exchanging with the moon.
at times it bulges with joy and hurt
as it greets me each day with it’s tune.
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