Morning after the war ended.
Nothing looked the same.
Yet the sun has risen with gentle breeze.
Reminding all, hope still breeds.
Morning after you left.
Ashes are what are left of your body.
No more hugs
Just one-sided conversations
Arguments over who loves more,
I will win until we meet again.
Morning after the storm left.
Flower beds buried under broken fences.
Water puddles have creatures bordering them.
Morning after, the storm wrecked what was my safe place.
Morning after I said ‘I am done’.
Realization existed but without resilience.
Desires found their way through the heart
I was certain were dead.
Morning after
I wake up to read what I posted.
For the few who read
Apologetic and angry,
Will try something else next Friday,
I make another promise.
Black Coffee and Grey Stories 
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