Low Suns

Good morning...

tell me what you see...tell me how you feel...do you ache like I do...as the day begins.

A morning alone, 

but peaceful.  A quiet that is not quite as quiet when together...

When the room grows slightly brighter...the soft shape of you becoming more focused.

Morning is a color with us...the evening past, the empty morning...there is no sense of time except when together there is never enough.

So when our color emerges each new day and we are separate it is a lonely orange...

But it does represent a new one as well...another chance.

A sound of a voice, the carefully formed words in a note...an exchange.  

A reminder.

That the same damn sun is just as far away from me as it is to you...and perhaps that just makes us feel closer...even if it feels like you are so far gone right now.

So good morning...let us be reminded of our color.

Let us be reminded of our mornings.

And let us speed through the days until we find our next one.