Morning Mourning

Exhaustion engulfed her
And rocked her to sleep,
She welcomed it, knowing
The black fog would keep
Her mind from recalling
The things that she’d seen,
The things she had heard
And the places she’d been.
She’d relive those moments
In her sleep, she was sure,
But by morning she’d welcome
A new day once more,
With an innocence born of deep sleep
And dark mist,
And for a few blissful moments
She’d wait to be kissed
By the man who had been there
Always right by her side,
For a few moments each morning,
She’d forget
That he’d died.