The flip side.

The ocean was warm and the sky was pink.

The breeze kisses my skin like you used to.

My coffee is watered down now and I’m wishing it was wine.

I’ve been myself for 5 whole minutes and I cannot believe I’ve spent an entire lifetime trying to change behind a curtain.

I count frogs on my window and toss and turn to a low hum of an old T.V.

I catch the sunrise at the old run down gas station we used to smoke behind a few miles from the house.

I start new every morning even though some things feel old.

It’s been a pleasure to be this lonely.