Morning Time

Morning Time
By Elle Cee

It's the blue light in
the window filled with
cars going down the avenue
she sees while still in bed
watching him leave again
while the cold sky brightens
and her heart breaks again
like it always will when he
closes the door and goes
away.

So she'll get up and light
up the room to their tumbled
lust, a forgotten love that danced
around awhile between the light in
in her eyes, the smile on his face
before it got up one morning and was
gone for good.