Cold Glow of Morning


Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?

I thought I’d get to kiss your face

And hold your hand when you were sad.

I thought you’d stay, that you would wish

My company when times were bad,


And when you thought of times to come,

You’d seen me there beside you, dear,

In peaceful camaraderie. I’m numb.

My mind’s cut off from pain and fear,


To find you gone. Deserted now,

Already cold to touch, the bed

Glows blankly in the dawn. Oh, how

Shall I survive the months ahead?


I’m missing limbs. I’m incomplete

My feet can’t walk. My tongue won’t stir.

You’re gone, and so am I, my sweet.

There’s no home like the one you were.


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ElshaHawk LoA

ElshaHawk LoA

:( :( Tragic, truly. I love the last line; how true. People are home.

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Without the love, the people, there's nothing that can feel like home. Without love, the finest mansion or cosiest cottage is a doleful abode; with love, the most drab of streetcorners can be your favorite place.

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