Waking At 6.00am On A July Morning
Sun, 14 Jul 2019
The treacherous dawn rose silently to steal my stupor,
Through cracks in curtains hurriedly drawn last night.
A single skylark repeating lovesongs.
My arm reaches out for a soul not there.
Is honesty just innocence?
Integrity a weakness?
We cannot know till the scales are weighed.
Just know we did our best.