In The Early Hours Of The Dawn:

In the early hours of the dawn
i wake up
to soft sounds
of a sleek gray cat crawling
across the bed,
rousing me from little sleep

i prop my self up
on elbows
to look out on the morning
crisp and cool

reflecting

in me
i have found indecision.
looking through your eyes
at me
i see hope.
looking at you
i see longing.
looking at yourself
you say
undeservedly.

laying next to you
warming myself
to go
or stay
i look at you
and smile,
happy

flash forward

talking to you
many states away
i feel
distance
and a confliction
of our
separate
locational personalities

in the early hours of the dawn
i reflect
and foresee.