Daybreak / by Megan Hollingsworth

Isn't it like the morning after the car accident

when you leaped out of bed, with a thought
Is it there?
ran to the window, gazed long at the empty curb

Isn't it like that morning, only this morning
it isn't the car that is missing, it's everything
you've ever loved and more.
Suddenly the reasons your mind made up

...form is illusion, life will survive this, Earth will recover
after all, humans are parasites, some awful disease...

All your reasons to avoid the pain
don't matter anymore because the pain is too much
to deny
it was real. She really loved you
all the way through what would be the fatal blow.

Isn't something different this morning?
Someone has flown before seeing daybreak
in your eyes

~holli