renditions of fractured window morning sunshine

my bones ache, sometimes. leaves me lulling under the sheets in the lush citron hue. wondering who snuck up close and ground my frame into fine shiny bits overnight. this morning I could not rise. day dreams kept me company under the sheets. let loose from reality and other things that greet me with a sting as i wake.

morning called me so many times to the warm spicy tones of your voice and hot coffee from the deli across the street. the light filled with sweet lime. mainly i think about your bike hanging from an s-hook above the bed. and that when we talked in the mornings, i would reach up and mindlessly spin the wheel with my toes. your laugh was in there somewhere among the endless whirring cycles.