There are mornings when
“Good Morning America”
wakes me up
and I don’t need to
open my eyes
to know you’re still
not home
*
There are mornings when
we stand in the shower
together, for hours
and lick each other’s
wounds
*
There are mornings when
the phone rings
only once
there are mornings when
I pick it up
quickly
to a click
there are mornings when
I get calls
too
*
There are mornings when
I feel I know what will happen
to us
years from now
and roll over
