Disassociating Mornings

I lost myself in the morning
when the sun came up and
I saw the light rays dance
across the dew.

perfect little drops
beaded onto the grass
reminds you of the enormity of you.

I beckoned the sun to dance with me,
holding my coffee cup up in the air,
but all I felt was despair.

the beauty was lost in the moment
because I was
but
I was not there.


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