Falling Short

by Joanna

Morning begins a bit too early
Even when the days are shorter
Less prevalent
I want to burrow underneath the covers again
Making a nest with your hair in my face
But alas
You jumped ship
And are sinking to the bottom of the ocean
Atlantis won’t be there, you know
I hope you are ready
For what you won’t find
As you grasp at nothing
In the joyless aftermath