Early Morning Dawn
In the early morning dawn.
With a coffee in my hand.
I remember that you are gone.
No longer now am I your man.
In my car, down the street from you.
I see the frost upon the lawn.
I am wondering what to do?
My head is throbbing. What’s going on?
The coffee seems to help a little.
It is all that drinking done last night.
I am no longer as fit as a fiddle.
Mostly,—– I am just uptight.
You and I were a perfect pair.
Till the day our child died.
You didn’t talk. You wouldn’t share.
I did all I could. I really tried.
You cut me loose & I was lost.
I turned to drinking. Empty inside.
The sun is up & melting the frost.
Soon, he’ll be here to give you a ride.
He pulls up in his shiny sports car.
I know it is mostly all for show.
On the seat, he has his guitar.
How you two met, I’ll never know.
You come running out to meet him.
He holds you briefly in his arms.
You head to work with him then.
I know he is captured by your charms.
I just sit & stare at the empty road.
There is no reason for me to stay.
I feel half dead & I am getting cold.
I guess I’d best be on my way.
———————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)