He woke me up at dawn,
his black tie like a snake coiled around his neck.
I looked up at him with dazed eyes,
a fog of sleep clouding my senses.
Black blazer draped over his briefcase.
He brushed a hand through his hair,
like a rake over autumn leaves.
Starkly contrasted with the innocent cream walls,
a jutting, imposing building in the distant skyline.
Leaning over he cupped my cheek,
goodbye he said, tasting bitterly of black coffee.
I’ll be waiting I responded,
with the obedience of a puppy,
a small smile tugged at his lips.
Turning, shrinking through the doorway,
though to believe this you’d have to accept
that he woke me up at all.
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