Of Battered Hearts & Bitter Coffee

XVII

I don't wake up when the sun whispers against my skin,
I don't wake up when the birds begin to sing,
I don't wake up when my cursed alarm rings,
I don't wake up under the spray of the shower,
I don't wake up as I untangle the mess atop my head,
I don't wake up as I mourn the separation from my bed,
I don't wake up as my stomach demands to be fed,

I don't wake up when the smell of eggs fills my lungs,

I don't wake up until I taste the coffee on your tongue.
    
                        - Good morning.