morning alarm

Wayward winds in September 

Unsettling change

Hear the rustle of the leaves 

Nothing remains the same 

In your absence unkindly

Reminders of a loss 

Between top sheet and duvet 

Turned and tossed 

Pessimistic sounding of a morning alarm

Disrupts a dream of peace 

So seldom thought

Hit snooze and drift back into the dark

Delayed decision making 

No longer trusting self 

Lies like dandelion 

Blown and scattered about 

Flecks unfathomable 

Fingerprints all over 

Each object in the museum 

A home turned sour 

Leaves its trace on everything 

Layers of dust accumulated 

Cannot bring myself to clean

This place become ruin