Wrong Side of the Bed

A blue jay yells
and I startle awake
as I search my bed for you
and the warmth you left in your wake.
No note left behind,
or even a warning you’d be gone;
the morning looks so bleak
and now the day is all wrong.

© Autumn Siders 2017

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