mourning.

i miss her most in the mornings

she always made you feel like every day was going to be glorious

there was lightness in her steps, her world was

weightless until

the blue badge slipped past her shoulder blades

then an impermeable heaviness would descend

this morning i awake and there’s no her

no waft of coffee, egg scraping, Clash of Clans jingle, the inevitable

answerless question

and my heart aches like it's bottomless.