Albatross

July 17, 2017

Sometimes
When I wake in the morning
I search for you.
I look for you across the sheets
I overturn the pillows
And tear up the bed clothes
I hunt for your scent
And pause to hear your sound
But you are not there

It’s the wild desolation of the morning
A beach with companion waves
And the distant cross of an albatross
Still too far away.

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