There are mornings I hurt --
And there isn't a remedy.
But to my subtleties you're alert,
You see the pain beneath me.
"Are you okay?" simply inquiring --
I don't know what to respond --
I lie here, in truth, admiring
You of whom I've grown so fond.
Must the moment end?
Must we so soon move on?
Knowing what comes 'round the bend --
Must we face the dawn?
To which there can be no answer,
To which is attempted and tried,
Life is not well-mannered --
We are not forever beside.
"Are you okay?" -- simply inquiring --
"I'll be fine." I say.
I will from afar ever be admiring
You -- when comes that day.