In the morning light floods

Through the closed curtains.

Beneath the sheets two will fall

Back to different lives and loves.

Left behind: what could’ve been,

And thank God was not, what was

Prevented and tossed out.

Taken with the morning garbage,

The chance for life and

Today’s ways of waiting for better times.

A blessing and our curse,

The ability to forget

Mistakes, and ignore

What could have been.