Poetry #5: Le Sigh


I have woken to a lot of different things in my life

To a dreaded alarm, to the sudden end of a half-realized dream

To the smell of breakfast, to the leftover airconditioner chill

Sometimes I wake up to nothing

It’s just the habit of being alive

It was okay

it was how it should be,


One time I woke up as a cloud

While I float away in the sky of warmth

You were my sunshine.


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