Every morning
I wake up
only half the man
I was yesterday—
The sunlight is peeking
through the old window
But it’s cold.
Just cold.
And after having my
mug of coffee—the deepest black,
I set out
under the cold sun,
Head on towards the park
where we used to stroll
arm in arm,
Back when life was perfect.
But today
(or I suppose everyday
since yesterday)
I saunter along the park path
And it rains—
raindrops just shattering
like icy glass
against my skin,
And I won’t lie,
it hurts,
Just hurts…
But, I still go strolling everyday
even with the
hard-pounding rain;
And everyday
I pass that wooden bench
we used to rest at—
Now a lonely old bench
coated with rain water,
But I won’t sit on it anymore
(not without you
to share a seat with me)
So I just walk on pass it,
pretend it isn’t calling me—
Leave it as a part
of our golden memories,
Dreams I wonder,
(was it really just a dream?)
Dreams where the only face I saw
was yours.
And today
(Not everyday since yesterday),
Just today,
my legs carry me over
to that abandoned bench we used to sit on
and I take a seat
through the despondent rain,
but now, not so painful,
for sitting on this bench,
Well…It feels alright.
Finally alright.
And so I walk on home
knowing that in the morning
I’ll wake up not half
but whole once again,
And I’ll stroll in the park
then sit on our bench—
No longer abandoned.
It still rains as hard as it ever did
(since it started)
But today
(or I suppose everyday
until today becomes another yesterday),
I’ll finally manage
to stay dry.