Morning comes softly,
The light slipping through the blinds,
And for just a moment,
I forget.
My body moves on instinct,
Reaching for the day,
My heart steady,
My breath calm.
For that brief, fragile instant,
The weight is gone,
The world is as it was,
And you are still here.
But then it crashes down—
The memory,
The truth,
The hole you left behind.
It steals the air from my lungs,
My chest tightens,
And the silence screams your absence.
I remember,
And it’s like losing you all over again,
Like the wound has been torn open,
Fresh and raw,
Spilling grief into the day.
This is the cruelest moment,
Those few seconds of peace
Before reality claws its way back in,
Reminding me
That you are gone
And I am still here.