By the Morning Light

photo courtesy of Chrisseserville

I used to watch her
Just watch
Soft diffused caresses washing across her face.
Her shoulders.
Her stomach.
I would carry her to bed when she fell asleep on the couch.
She wouldn't even wake up.
In the morning I would sing to her.
"By the morning light, we can make it right. She's my heart's delight..."
I never got past the first line of that song.
I didn't want to write the ending.
Because it was happy.
Only sad songs get endings.
So I can put them in a box and push them away forever.
So I didn't finish it.
And because I didn't finish it,
I lost the song.
And the orange juice left upon the counter
Will remain forever there.
And the pictures on the fridge...
Forever in a box
She'll push away forever.
If ever a woman hear me sing those words
As if words of woo.
Please shoot me on sight.
I'll help you pull the trigger.