6 A.M.

it's 6am
the alarm is blaring
and I must wake
from dreaming
of a beautiful man
with six-pack abs
cuz the kids are screaming.

And I drag myself
from the warmth
of the cover
extracting myself
from the arms
of my lover.

And I find
the house empty.

Where are the kids,
I thought I heard
screaming.
And where is the lover,
that was under
the cover.

It's 6am
the alarm is blaring
and I must wake up
because I find
I am staring
into a dream
of what
should have been.

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