Monday morning blues
Wake up you
Day is bright
Morning light
Filters in through the wisps of your hair
Splayed across the pillow
You smell of sleep
And yesterday
Warm and inviting
I want to fold myself into your heat
and push away sounds of wakefulness
Clock is ticking
Day is waiting
Calm and then not
Sweet piano crescendos into
Tempers and torment
Rushed apologies
Tied together with shoelaces, and
Wrapped in lunchboxes
Tossed into backpacks
Reassurances sealed with kisses
A wave of I love you words
Cut off by slamming doors
Sudden and unsettling (at first)
Comes the silence
pa pum pa pum pa pum pa pum ...
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