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It Was
(January 7,1988 - September 17,2078 / Columbus, OH)

It Was

Ra peeks through
from between venetian blinds
and seeps
into my eyes.

I awake
and inhale
your sweet scent
and I smile.

My happiest mornings
with you,
side by side.

I turn around
to face you
and say,
'Good morning.'

My smile turns
upside down
just like my world
and I'm looking at the wall.

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Comments (1)

I really liked this one. Is Ra the sun? If I have understood the poem correctly, the voice in the poem is stating that she likes to awaken to the smell and then the sight of her lover in the bed beside her; only this time, she awakens to find him gone and is left with nothing but to face the empty wall.