Its 7:30am
She's still in my bed
I don't know this woman
She has become a stranger
though she used to be
someone more profound
The sunlight hits
her face and
I'm reminded of who
she once was
She really is beautiful
but beyond that
I don't know her
I'm tired, worn out
sick of waiting
for the day
she turns to me
and tells me that
she is back
from the abyss
of her
depression