is not one meant to be sung.
It is internal. Without melody. Sadly told.
Recited as she stands at the window,
still wearing his dress shirt left behind,
as he walks away. Returning never again.
Northern Hemisphere June’s early-morning light accompanies me.
Perhaps it’s the same as September sunlight
but the earliest sunrises of the year
happen now with the northern summer solstice
and year’s longest day a week away.
Now, it is dark when I wake.
Morning walks seem quieter. Squirrels more casual.
Sunrise twice – over mountain, then over rooftops.
Pine needles perfectly arranged to look random.
I am walking east of my anger.