This morning...

This morning, I should be smiling.
Smiling at a thought,
A thought of no solitude,
Solitude in my mind and my heart.

Because, this morning...

This morning, I suppose for a love.
Love from a someone,
Someone who made me complete,
Completely loved and comforted.

But, this morning...

This morning, I woke up dreading,
Dreading for a new day,
A new day of uncertainty,
Uncertain that I still have you.

Because, this morning...

This morning, I only have myself.
Myself to cry upon,
Upon a slither of chance,
Chance of having you in my life.