When Morning Came (You Were Dead)

When morning came

I pushed your boat out

Your frozen body

Still and silent

Lay in the bottom.

 

When morning came

I stretched my aching legs

Cramped from hours

Spent watching over

Your dying frame.

 

When morning came

I opened my eyes

Hoping to see

Something different

But nothing ever changed

 

You were still dead

And the world was still dying

And the sun

Breaking over the tops

Of the evergreens

Was still the dark red

Of a failing star

And the moon was still

Orbiting

And the sky

Was still blue

And hope was still lost…

 

When morning came

I was still expecting

A miracle

 

But miracles are for

Crazy people and

Those in denial

 

So when morning came

I was less expecting

A miracle

Than expecting someone

To try and prove

My lack of faith wrong.

 

But that isn’t how it works.

 

So you’re still dead

And I’m still living

And the world keeps turning

Despite the fact

That it’s all over

Despite the fact

It has nothing to keep turning for.

 

When morning came

You were dead

And the world had ended.

 

Even if I was the only one

Aware of the fact.

Reviews

[Beatrice Mars]

love it.

[J.P. Bristow]

great imagery and story here--the repetition worked well as someone dealing with the reality...the grief...the truth. well written