I watch as it goes
black, grey, blue
the crickets are now quiet,
it is the bird’s time now.
The most bittersweet sound to hear,
their songs of the morning
I roll over, and
you are bathed in blue
that heavy blanket of blue,
that almost drowns you.
I fell asleep holding myself
and now I’ve woke to holding you.
These are the moments
I have with you.