Morning

The first thing you said was:
“Morning.”
I liked how a single word from you
could make my morning coffee
redundant.
You asked if I was awake.

“Morning.”
I tried to breathe it back into you.
Then a long silence
as we waited for each other.

after so long, the mere mention of him still puts me through hell. this confirms it though, i doubt i’ll ever put myself in a situation where i’ll have to come face to face with him. i’m not done growing up.