By sarah
Date: 19 December 1999

December

maybe its in the morning....
when all you see is your christmas tree
lights shining bright for you
with their warm welcome glow
as you stare at it for hours
to the soft words
and strummed chords
of joni mitchell

or maybe its as i lie down in bed
and think of you then the fan
lulls me to sleep and i fall into
dreams where only parts of you 
can reach, and i forget the rest
of the day for just a bit.  And the 
dreams are of a irridescent yellow drug
i can take, and it gives me energy

then i look around again when i wake up
as i walk around naked in the quietness of my own
apartment, in the silence that greets me 
each morning, the silence i dread waking up to
when all i want is to wake up next to your body
but maybe its in the mornings when your not here
that i realize maybe i need to get used to
waking up alone