Alone
At break of day
I turned
To touch
Your side of bed
Forgetting
You had gone...
Yesterday.
At breakfast
I had two cups
Prepared
For coffee
Closed eyes
Hoping
You will
Come
back.
The rains came
Pouring down
The window pane
I watched
As tears
Ran down
Like rain
Then whispered...
You name.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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