Wordsmoker

i wake up thinking of you
of the stolen times we had
before mornings wakened blue
before we sleep-walked into bad.

i lie and close my eyes as
past tears fresh through my head
loss is discovered anew
torment comes to bed.

i wander back in time
remember your sweet walk
when days were fine together
when we talked big life talk.

that freckle on your bottom lip
is sun-kissed on my mind
from your hips, hair voice and hopes
is a distance I can’t find.

i sometimes wish for the phone
and think of promises we had made
like today, when I’m open, alone
i wish a better hand was played.