in the morning
the sun deserve a hot flat white
for the morning light spilling through the window
paints the empty chairs and tables with gold
while the leaves dance and their shadow follow
my mind wanders
to this morning shower.
it’s warm and simple against my skin.
it lingers.
even in just split seconds
like a fleeting ghost of a loving hug.
brief.
fleeting.
and much like that falling water
sometimes, the only love that we feel, is the love that we give
leaving us through our fingertips.