Gray morning
I woke when the moon was low,
But the stars were still Bright
And the sky is still dark out my window. It was quickly graying
Though, I never like that time, I always fancied the sun was burning the night
To ashes. As if the stars, so bright, had promised silence, and the sun was imputnently betraying
Them. In that monochrome light I could see the trees sway when the wind would blow.
I rose from my bed.
My ceiling fan had chilled the air and I shivered.
I quickly stepped out of the covers and dressed.
My clothes were simple, jeans and a shirt, black and rivered
Across with white. As I left my bedroom I took a book off my shelf; I always ate breakfast while I read.
It was a lazy morning, but I had lunch with my girlfriend and the clock made me feel pressed.
I finished breakfast around ten
And milled about my house, freshening myself and straightening out my room.
I hummed to myself as I did all that. I could barely hear myself over the vacuum,
But it hardly mattered—I was alone anyway.
It was two o’clock when my timer buzzed, I jolted then.
I had been waiting the whole week for today.
My girlfriend and I had talked about it, it wasn’t hard thing to pick
We decided a lunch date would be the best time for us to meet.
So I was thankful for the early spring breaths of heat,
I found eating outdoors so much more romantic.
The sun was bright, it usually is in the afternoon, and quite temperate.
Though the sky was bright, the sky’s temper seemed only moderate,
With all those gray clouds it was nearly overcast
It was only human to worry for rain,
As I got into my car and pulled out it seemed the clouds had grown more worryingly massed.
My thoughts were all on the cars and the only half-competent drivers as I pulled onto a busier lane.
When I braked at a stoplight, I turned on the radio.
And listened to the mundane chatter until I parked and met my girlfriend on the patio.
The meeting went well, we hugged
And we talked, by the end I felt as if I’d been drugged.
It didn’t help that I had woke so early
As I turned into my driveway, I remembered the necklace she was wearing (I had given it to her), gleaming and pearly.
To be expected from pearls. When I entered my house I drowsing, it wasn’t that they day had been boring,
Perhaps even the opposite. I fell asleep calm, thinking of the gray morning.
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