19. Saturday morning cartoons

I wake up
with a heavy heart

and find the sunlight
drawing lines
on my bedroom floor

and little dust flakes
contour
your silhouette
on my bed

in that cold
empty space
you should have
filled

I pour some coffee
and think of the cup
I gave to you

still somewhere
enduring

and envy it
for it can still enjoy
the marvelous
sight of you
and taste
your lips
every morning


So I go out
and face
another day

of hanging in reverie
of classifying images of you
of managing through flashbacks
of roaming on the streets

looking for clues
that lead me
back to you