My Maybe Morning Poem by Susan Lacovara

In the company of yellow pansies
Hybiscus blooms and your shadow
Still pacing the patio
I slowly sip the morning
Focusing on the green trees
That shelter my sad thoughts
Of where you may be now
The sparrows court the pretty breeze
Teasing me to follow along, their song
I only hear your morning yawn
And my maybe morning hopes return
Tricking me to think yesterday
Never happened
The petunias don't seem to notice me
As they gather up prime real estate
Where then, your footprints stamped the soil
The neighborhood is still asleep
But I could not bear another minute
In the bed, so bare, without you
The planes overhead, a constant cursed reminder
Of the day, that took three days,
For you to actually leave
And now, this solitary Sunday
Separated by not only state lines
But squirrelled-up stalemate so-what's
I can't help myself from the daydream
That you are missing my morning mouth
On this, my maybe morning