This is How Tomorrow Starts

Sitting on the edge of my bed

I’m immediately woken up

my head is soaked and flooded

with thoughts of you raining down.

I can tell

the sky is already too full

a half an hour of darkness is left,

the jealous sun is threatening

to end our time together

and I can’t help, but write

making room for my sorrow

now that you’re all private.

I can remember a time

when you laid your books out

spilling off your blanket

sun-soaked smiles on the dunes.

You’ve finally found me

out here writing my words,

just as birdsongs are interrupting

this is how tomorrow starts.

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