The Morning Arrives

By- Traci Taylor
October 2014

Time goes on and I feel fine.
Then the morning arrives.

Each day passes I believe I have moved on.
Then the morning arrives.

The foliage of October brings me hope.
Then the morning arrives.

Every little thing is a reminder.
I miss you every day.

The sound of the record player is no longer soothing.
I miss you every day.

I’ve never craved so much dark and stormy.
I miss you every day.

My nights will be just fine, and then the morning arrives.
My walking pace is slowing down, but I still miss you every day.

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