Mornings

Some warm mornings
the only reason I get out of my bed
is because I have the potential
of thinking of you.

I know I’ll not see you.
I know you’ll not return my calls.
I know I’ll not speak to you.
I know you’ll not reach out to me.

But, I may think of you.
And, I may remember our short time together—
Your charm, my ease—
And I may smile.