the morning after is a quiet affair
its the pain of remembrance as you wake
and the short, sharp burst of hope
as you startle and sigh, what a scary dream!
thank god it's not real!
the morning after means ordinary things
it means breakfast and cookies,
coffee and the stain it leaves on your teeth
its a quiet apartment and its using the restroom,
its washing the dishes and drinking tea
its the pain of being alive
the morning after is a collection
of small, sharp little memories, its tears
that seem to come from nowhere
and the dreaded quiet, the silence, it fills you up
until nothing else exists
and yet you watch the world spin by
uncaring
its the pendulum of existence
the constant ups and downs
and its existing in that world
without you in it
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Jun 4, 2026 at 4:28 PM UTC
the morning after is a quiet affair
its the pain of remembrance as you wake
and the short, sharp burst of hope
as you startle and sigh, what a scary dream!
thank god it's not real!
the morning after means ordinary things
it means breakfast and cookies,
coffee and the stain it leaves on your teeth
its a quiet apartment and its using the restroom,
its washing the dishes and drinking tea
its the pain of being alive
the morning after is a collection
of small, sharp little memories, its tears
that seem to come from nowhere
and the dreaded quiet, the silence, it fills you up
until nothing else exists
and yet you watch the world spin by
uncaring
its the pendulum of existence
the constant ups and downs
and its existing in that world
without you in it
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