Here comes the day; Opening the door into the rays of sun, Meeting face to face the morning dew And the fresh smell of wet grass. I take a breath and hold it in Willing it with everything to last To give me strength to face this day. Before the clouds roll in And steal the show, I brush the hair from my eyes And soak up the sun a little more To bask in its warmth And allow it to bathe my face, Dry any lasting tears from the evening before When I last felt your cool embrace, So different from these celestial arms. The night and I were lovers once, But doing as lovers often do I found distraction in warmer places, In smiling, well-lit faces in parks Instead of local bars and ran Before the shadows could give chase. Tell me, is the grass greener Just because the sun shines on it? Doubtful. I miss the cool evening air That chilled my cheeks And took my breath away. And should my old lover call to me Iād answer so gratefully with a sigh As Iād lean into the shadows and Let them hold me once more.