“October Mornings”

A draft caresses my barren back;

The blanket having fallen away

Sometime during the night.

I snuggle deeper into the

Body-warm covers.

I breathe in deep.

Crisp air occupies my lungs.

Morning birds’ wails

Fill the white noise of my room.

I raise the lids of my eyes.

Gentle shadows in the dawn’s

First rays

Grace the contours of my walls

In a watery style.

The house is wintry silent.

Eyelashes don my vision once more.

I imagine another in my bed,

Doing what comforters

Are suppose to do.

I envision a tender arm

Wrapped around my middle;

Tepid inhalation at my neck.

Instinctively,

A smile forms my lips,

Blood rushes to my cheeks and

Flows fast through my heart.

But when I open my eyes yet again,

There is just me.

And I am reminded why

October mornings bring me such

Heartache.