Not Yet
“No, no, no. It can’t be morning yet. I just want five more minutes with her”, he says. Waking to the sun’s magnificent golden bath of warmth, he rises, listlessly from his bed to greet the day. This day is not unlike any other, except for the fact that he feels renewed. Yet another night passes by with him falling asleep by her side and waking up alone. Is this a sign of what is to come, or is it merely a sorrowful stretch to mask the abrasive truth of his utter solitude in life? He’s not without friends that welcome him joyfully or a loving family who embrace him wholeheartedly. He is, however, seeking that most simple of life’s pleasures…her.
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.