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
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.