That Morning

That morning,
I left you sleeping,
Beautifully silent,
Tossing, turning, remembering,
I left longing, yearning,
Painfully, I left you
That morning.

I left you,
Distant and afraid,
Full of wonder and less than new,
You came for me,
Pushed you away,
That morning,
I needed to ask me to stay,
I needed you to wonder what was wrong,
To help find my song.

That morning,
I left me still,
Unmoving,
Silent with no will,
That morning came so suddenly,
At that time,
I felt most free.

That morning,
I needed something more,
Your allegiances I could not ignore.
I needed to leave,
I needed to steal away,
You needed to wander alone.

The time would not stand still,
The misgivings, I could not relive,
That morning I awakened,
That morning, I began to live.

Jason Christopher Johnson
December 14, 2002