Dawn

I can still smell the autumn leaves

Strong coffee brewing

Heavily sweetened, full, robust

Or merely a replication of myself…

 

In the depth of time’s progression

We linger

Always one and never together

Ours is a glorious esprit de corps

 

I crave him like sweet nectar

Whose beauty comes second to none

And at dawn, within his hand, I am whole again

If only he knew

 

Like the sun this too will rise and fall

And some day

Soon

Together, we’ll smile.

 

XOXOX

Kyanna Kitt