In that beautiful
Moment of first waking,
When the watery sunlight
Filters through the window
And coaxes my eyes to open,
I can nearly forget
The screams in the middle of the night,
Can nearly forget
The feeling of fresh tears on my cheeks,
Can nearly forget
That your side of the bed lies empty.
Nearly, but not quite.
And the pain of remembering
tears my soul apart.