Poem: This Morning

I let you down. It was a small infringement upon our love, but one I can't forget.

This Morning

There are many kinds of abuse
    and I abused you this morning
Letting you face the day
    more tired than I,
    who stayed in bed
When I knew you anticipated
    a tough meeting
    and might have wanted support,
    or at least words
And I elected sleep,
    or what served for sleep,
    to send you off wordless
Poetry Collection: Corner of My Mind
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