La Douleur Exquise

a quiet room 

is all it takes

for memories to circumvent

and bring you to the days 

when we first met

petrichor seeping in

with the morning mist

heavy eyes and wrinkled sheets

just out of reach

blinds drawn

and windows cracked

waiting 

when your bed is all you ever see

a change of scene 

is what you think you need

so you close your eyes

and try to think of the time

when mornings were serene

when waking up still felt like a dream

now you open your eyes

and the day bleeds in

bringing storms

and a chill wind

you turn away

waiting for it to end

hiding 

while it starts over again

 

mornings missed

while you rest instead

unable to eat

unable get out of bed

the days grow darker

and you want to forget

but the days were still darker

before we met