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The Morning by Gary R. Ferris
Alone I wake each morning,
With no one there to play;
I would rather just stay in bed,
And forget about the day. ***** Half asleep, I reach for you,
And hear voices in my head;
I realize you’re no longer there,
By the emptiness of the bed. ***** I collect my thoughts and clear my mind,
And proceed to dry my eyes;
The real man has to hide away,
For it’s time for the disguise. ***** Crawling slowly out of bed,
I reach deep down for power;
And make my way down the hall,
To greet the morning shower. *****
The smell of soap is sweet and clean,
And makes me feel so fresh;
But painfully reminding me,
Of when I kissed your flesh. ***** I soon return to my room,
And expect to see you there;
Clinging to my pillow,
Just like a teddy bear. ***** You’re not here this morning,
So I slip into my clothes;
Trying to put on a smile,
To make sure no one knows. ***** I wave and greet the neighbors,
Then climb into my car;
That’s when pain controls me,
For I wonder how you are. *****
Written 09-25-90
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