"You are always new to me."
~ John Keats
I woke this morning
to the newness of you.
Night took you to dreams
I couldn’t travel, breaths
I couldn’t take, and hours
where I wasn’t a memory.
When the sun reached
the blueness of your eyes,
yesterday was gone.
No matter how much
we had written in the
journals of our thoughts,
this Tuesday had yet
to reach for ink.
Routine shook its watch.
For a few notes of a cardinal song
we held hands and ignored it.
©Susie Clevenger 2026
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