as the morning comes

as the morning comes

waking up to

the sounds of waves

breaking on the shoreline

begins this new dawn

rising into focus

my thoughts like heavy hands

help bring me upright

to face the day

as the morning comes

I am lost again in the

inquiry of memory

of forgotten moments

we spent together last night

entwined in your bed with

wine glasses split into

expensive rich food

we found ourselves grasping

for words like fish dumped

out onto the floor

left with only thoughts

that you would never

be the same as in my life

like we were last night

as the morning comes

I hold back precious tears

of my nagging regret

like my hangover that

has settled onto the beach

of lost moments that I

once again face

this cold and misty morning

w.e.Campbell – © 4/06/2016