The Mornings

After all of night’s magic
has faded away,
dwindling down to nothing
but the glisten of dew
beneath the cool dawning sun,
that cruel spray of light
will rip lovers apart.

For when lovers
cease to be enraptured,
fumbling toward clothing
endowed with doubt,
laced with fear,
rejection and shame…

all the night’s magic
fades like a dream

and haunts us
for the rest of our days…

Even those who we cannot remember.

Written by Jason Wright
February 23, 2019

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