My Mornings

Finally a quiet moment.  Only in the mornings, before the day begins.  Before the coffee hits my veins and I feel the rush of energy, it's quiet.  Child sleeping in another room, my love curled up in our bed, not even realizing I am gone, that I have silently left, to sit here with you.

 

I am tired today.  My energy will kick in I know and I will start the mad rush to get ready for work, drive for an hour and then run the hours away, giving away a bit of me until I have no more to give.  Then I will fill my body with nicotine to make the journey home again.

 

But right now it's quiet and I am reflecting on the days passed. Thinking of people I haven't seen in 20 years or more.  Wondering if they are still with us on this earth and what their live's have turned out to be like.  Would we still laugh at the same things? Laugh with the abandon we felt at our young ages? I shouldn't go on....What was my point? Oh yes the quiet.....

 

I smell the coffee brewing and a cat is by me asking for breakfast.  The cars out on the highway have started their morning journeys and I can hear the traffic sounds coming in through the windows.  I know it's just about time to start the morning but secretly, I wish to stay here with you, and enjoy the quiet and your stories......in our world far away from theirs.

 

 

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[Poeticpiers]

life just as it is no great drama simply the way things are for most of us.I am retired now and so opted out of the rat race.My cats demand feeding at their convenience apart from that we do as we wish when we wish. I like your style of writing