your absence is a misty morning—
light filtering through dew and the cloud-like blur of sleepiness.
a morning glittering with potential—
tainted by that all-too-familiar knowing that no morning will ever again greet you.
that no sunlight will stream across your face—
or create a prism in the steam from your coffee mug.
no birdsong will delight your ears at daybreak—
no goose-bumped skin will ever again respond to the waxing of night’s chill.
your absence is the lifting fog that evaporates into clear air-
somehow thicker without you in it.
Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 8:23 PM UTC
your absence is a misty morning—
light filtering through dew and the cloud-like blur of sleepiness.
a morning glittering with potential—
tainted by that all-too-familiar knowing that no morning will ever again greet you.
that no sunlight will stream across your face—
or create a prism in the steam from your coffee mug.
no birdsong will delight your ears at daybreak—
no goose-bumped skin will ever again respond to the waxing of night’s chill.
your absence is the lifting fog that evaporates into clear air-
somehow thicker without you in it.
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