Everyday mornings

Days get longer with cold coffee and hearts out of tune

You rise early to greet sunrises, I stay up late to warn them. 

Whispers shrouded in static leak through the crack of my door

I buzz like a fly against glass, too busy to be lonely. 

When the quiet has infected my mind I begin to tremble 

I cement the loose pieces together and dream I’m made of stone. 

The air is tight and the rain falls like an executioner's guillotine

Your flames scorch the earth and I wither as I’m dragged behind. 

I build a fortress of blankets, comic books, and flower petals

Curled there as I stitch my strength together before 6 am.