blue of morning

here I sit
in the blue of morning
recalling how perfect
it all seemed

i chase the thoughts back
into the dark dusty corners of my mind
where they belong
angry
that they woke me
with their persistent insignificance

here I sit
in the monotony of a midday
remembering
riding on the bus

my head on your shoulder
feeling young and in love
in my life of feeling old
angry
at my life
for making me feel old again

here I sit
in the chaos of Saturday night
remembering how full
i used to feel

worth
satisfied
i pretend
that I don’t feel like sinking
angry
at my heart
for remembering

and here I sit
in the blue of morning


© 2007 by Danielle Romanick