Replay

I awake from a night’s slumber and turn to the other side of bed

Open up my eyes and notice you looking straight at me

You say “good morning, beautiful”

I blink once and the only thing left of you is your imprint on the bed sheets

I go to the kitchen

Prepare myself some breakfast

Take a seat at the dining room table and feel you reach for my hand

Your touch- so soft and so light

Causes my skin to tingle

I move my hand away and with that movement, yours goes away too

I walk back to my bedroom

Lay out the day’s outfit

Get dressed and look in the mirror

You sit on the edge of my bed and tell me “I love it when you wear that”

I spin around so you could have a better look but once I stop, you are no longer there

I grab my things and head out the door

Pick up my phone and direct myself to your contact name

Click on “new message” but quickly stop and get trapped in a haze

I look up and the tears won’t go away

As I remember that each morning is nothing but a replay of our past

And you are no longer a part of my days

– m.g. (theintrospectivepoet)