It’s the worst in the morning
when you remember.
You remember why you’re alone,
why you woke up cold,
without his arms around you.
You remember why you hurt,
why you feel like crying,
like there’s a weight in your chest.
You remember why your eyes are tired,
why there are stains on your cheeks,
and a box of tissues at your pillow.
It’s the worst in the morning
when you remember.