maybe tomorrow…

maybe tomorrow

one day
we’ll all
wake up 
alone
we’ll hear
those familiar sounds
morning birds
how the house
seems to wake
alongside us
it’ll be then
that
our hearts sink
and
our eyes
realize
we’re
in bed
and
truly
alone

 

 

2 thoughts on “maybe tomorrow…

  1. I think this poem frequently – especially when I wake to the sound of coffee being brewed for me by the man that gets up a few minutes earlier than I do. Yes, I will miss this.

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