Morning Pills

This morning before

I ever lifted my head,

I turned to see

Your half of the bed.

And what a harsh reminder

Of how I'm growing old

With your side of the bed

Still unbearably cold.

Your sheets are not tossed,

Your pillow unpressed--

All lovely reminders

Of my current distress.

Was it not merely a month ago

That I was curled against your skin?

We were perfect puzzle pieces,

Your shoulder to my chin.

All day long

We would curl up and sleep

With nothing like time

And business to keep.

But what a terrible disease

Lurked inside my mind.

I never thought I could be

So selfish and unkind.

If only I had known

I was capable of such sin

I never would have let

Our cursed romance begin.

I could promise to never

Let it happen again.

I could take my pills

Like I refused to then.

I could be so much better,

My darling, please see.

If only, if only

You'd come back to me.

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