She awoke in the morning,
from a night of restless dreams,
where a faceless body screams out – you’re alive!
Then she stares at the mirror,
taking stock of body aches,
rubbing at the circles near her eyes.
And she welcomes the coffee,
something warm to fill her up,
once his hand but now this cup, oh why?
She retrieves the paper,
looking out into the sky,
wishing for another day to say goodbye.
When she clears the table,
the reporter on TV,
says another normal day has gone by.
And the light turns to darkness,
she runs her fingers through her hair,
one more hand of solitaire, oh my.
As she steps to the bedroom,
She says a silent solemn prayer,
to any angels who may care – oh please!
Stop this endless cycle.
All my work down here is done.
Take me home to the other part of me.