Wake up and tilt your head to the left
With your right eye open, see the side of your life
that you prefer to chide, not cherish.
The sheets float, and the light whispers
For that second there is nothing that could help you muster courage.
But then, it happens. And your breath comes rushing
Out from the black sky, in through the window
and into those lungs.
Just like the sun on her face in the morning.
Seamless, the exit. The unmissable feeling
That something has left you whilst your eyes search the ceiling.