Morning.
Up before sunrise.
Dancing in the dark.

Playing my records

In the kitchen,
A few songs on repeat.

(Tears dried in my dreams)

One day flowing into the next.
Loving.
Learning.
Growing.
Holding on to this,
Letting go of that.
Things that must be said,
Memories wished to be forgotten.
Ebb and flow.
This I know;
I woke breathing this morning.