Good morning

I tear my eyes as I wake up
Flashes of light are too bright
I turn down my sight
I tell it to stop

I look around – what a mess
Yesterday something happened
To myself I must confess
My sharp memory suddenly flattened

There were harsh words
There were wild gestures
Background started minor chords
And egos were cut with razors

Two individuals forgot what they are
And spilled accusations and demands
Of their comfort and interest
And their way they pressed

That was yesterday
Today I hear a noise at the kitchen
I feel in my heart something itching
There she is as if it is all fine
Making breakfast for all of us

I want to lay my hand on her back
But I feel the invisible line
A barrier holds my hand in
I see tension in her back, I break in

I am unwanted now, but I insist
No words, I feel how hands become fists.
I retreat.
“Good morning” –
First words I see fit.
Good morning.