The mourning
Day breaks into little pieces
Of repetition
Swept away for every action dismissed
And being done for a reason.
Love?

Unsuitable
Would multiply headaches
Would quantify
Put the emphasis on gestures missed
Leaving the weight of a legacy on every moment
It was an opportunity to witness beauty
Witness life, in any instance
Met by her presence
And you missed them all

Try, to replay downfalls, to justify
But can only see the sunlight
The image of her, embodying it
Like it came from inside
She was a cause for: daybreak
House of mirrors reflecting her waking
Reminiscing of perfection
In every one of 
Her mornings