Gray morning sky
Room cold of the night.
Slowly my consciousness awakens
Eyes refusing to open
Not wanting to see that empty space
Next to me
In that bed that used to be ours.
I force them to open.
Force my legs and feet to get me up.
My hands to prepare me for the day.
Another day without you.
My body, mind, soul
Because I cannot hold who I love.
And I am not held by who I love.