I wake up with a smile on my face.
I have not come to the realization
that she is gone.
In my head everything is great,
everything is right in the world.
I think about laughter and smiles
and that witch laugh that would
pierce the air with unexpected
I wake up with thoughts
not realizing they have become just
I stand up, stretch out,
rub at my eyes,
and push the sleepiness
out of my young body.
I start to get ready
when I see it.
My reflection in the mirror.
I stand straight, startled by
my tear stained cheeks.
There will be no need to get ready
and head out.
I have no need to rush.
No one is waiting for my laughter,
There is no one at the hospital
to visit anymore.
It’s then that the smile leaves my face;
and my eyes darken
as I remember last night
that my heart breaks again.
Where is that innocent bliss?