In poem poetry

4 in the morning /poem/

/4 in the morning/

I will never complain
when you wake me up at 4 in the morning.
Nor about rolling out of bed
and opening the door in my night dress.

When you come back
Sun is picking through the curtains
all bad dreams go away.

I rub my eyes
And you smile at me 
standing there in your uniform,
suitcases in your hands
saying

“I’ve missed you.”
Even though it was only one day.

Sandra Serwatko


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