Winter Light, Slow

Morning light across the table,

coffee getting cold again,

winter leaning on the window,

sunlight sleeping on my hands.

You always loved the sunny days,

you’d find the warmest place to stay,

funny how you took the summer

when you slowly walked away.

Now the sun still rises,

the sky still turns blue,

but every color feels a little

less alive without you.

I watch the morning fill the room,

like it always used to do,

you left chasing sunny days,

and left me living pale without you.

There’s a sweater on the old chair,

I don’t know why it’s still there,

some songs sound better in the winter,

some silences are hard to bear.

Steam is fading from my coffee,

shadows moving on the wall,

I thought time would change the feeling,

it just made it quiet,

that’s all.

Now the sun still rises,

the sky still turns blue,

but every color feels a little

less alive without you.

I watch the morning fill the room,

like it always used to do,

you left chasing sunny days,

and left me living pale without you.

You always loved the sunny days.

I hope the sun still finds you.

Somewhere warm. Somewhere new.

And I’ll be here with my

morning coffee, watching winter

turn the whole world pale. (pale...)