Mornings

glistening like dewdrops on scars
rushing to leave their mark but it
evaporates erased
pencils meandering across desks without paper
it’s like crossing paths in hallways and not even smiling
you’re gone now
to somewhere
beyond my pathetic reaching looking closely
awakened to curse subconscious and alarm clocks
another wasted dream of impossibilities
yes I believe some things are impossible now
I did not before, but you changed my mind
is this what you wanted
me neither
you’re gone now

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