The dark side of the road
where with bated breath I await,
faint glimmer of morning light.

It’s hard to forget when your
heart’s a glorious mess,  how’s it that
we have patience for everything
but ourselves–

I gather dried roses and breathe
 in their fragrance, attempting
to recall the guiltless past.

Perhaps life would be more
 meaningful when we realize we
won’t experience the same
things twice.

I thought as I curled into the
    arms of untroubled night.

 

Photo credits: Pixabay

Inspiration from the title ‘The Morning after Woe’ by Emily Dickinson.

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