good morning
even though the clock ticks closer
to 12pm and the stricter speaker
inside repeats “afternoon” on
a broken record
it’s the sentiment that counts
the sentiment that fills snowy noon
with warm mist and draws me from
my bedsheets at the promise of
glimpsing you between the haze
of laughter filling a good friend’s birthday party,
the memory of your gaze warms my cold hands
regardless—my sunshine
i suppose the weatherman lied,
there’s something about rainy streets that’s so cozy now
when i watch them from behind café windows
beside you and a slice of
red velvet, a handpainted story told
in snowless winter nights and
rain-puddled trails past desolate elementary schools
that shine and soften again
for the first time in
years.
Artist Note:
Inspired by a 10-minute playlist, "good morning, my love" was written during a musical free-write exercise. This particular playlist had a soft, dreamy atmosphere, featuring wistful love songs on the small beauties of life. "good morning, my love" extends this musical atmosphere to picture the gentle warmth of sunlight amid my own winter.
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