Kari Johnson | Creative Writing Student

image courtesy of cchsvoice.org
image courtesy of cchsvoice.org

You are always there for me—

My motivation

Quietly gliding past the kitchen,

Through the hall and into my bedroom.

 

Your smell—

It hits me like the sound of a train at 5 am,

Sharp and soft all at once.

 

I wake up to your bitterness,

But I won’t ever take it personally.

 

Dark as the world with my eyes closed,

Yet you found a way to open them

Like the sudden pull of a blind cord.

 

Strong as my objections to this Monday morning

While every morning reminding me

How weak I am without you.