The Morning

by Maven

i closed the door when i saw you wake up;
your blinds were still open though.
the light showed me what i needed,
or it would have,
if i hadn't been so stupid
and closed the door before i could catch a glimpse
of life in your eyes.

this was the last poem i would ever write about you,
i promised, remember?
i guess you never heard me.
i broke that promise a thousandfold and lost another muse.
next time you wake up,
i'll be sure that you can see my face.

i hope that yours will be smiling.