It was in the grey of morning

The #OctPoWriMo prompt is about betrayal and the suggested form is a palindrome, in which it reads betrayal one way, forgiveness the other. I don’t think I’m capable of writing a palindrome, but here’s another cleave poem that reads sad/happy.

 

It was in the grey of morning, birds were singing in the trees

When you left, I heard you go, with the sound of breaking hearts

I closed my eyes against the light, sun was on the brink, rose

Leaching into the grey, with the promise of a soft day.

I should have seen it coming, I see so much ahead,

But the wishing and the wanting, for us, a lifetime not enough,

Veiled the fractures and the flaws. I reach out my hand to touch you,

Too late, your footsteps fading, your face turns to the light,

You will see a different dawn, with a familiar smile,

A future, ocean vast, bright as the glowing sky,

While I refuse the heaped regrets, thoughts circling back to me

To grasp the coming day and the completion of happiness.