Without You

The birds start singing at 4 AM

I always hated that

You used to laugh and say

They sounded like tiny car alarms

The kitchen light is still broken

The way it was that summer

I never fixed it

After you left

And every morning

Feels a little too early

Without you

Without you

The sky turns blue

Like it always does

But it doesn't mean

What it used to

There's a coffee stain

On the book you gave me

Page seventy-three

I still don't know why you marked it

I read that page sometimes

Looking for a message

Like maybe you knew something

I didn't

And every morning

Feels a little too early

Without you

Without you

The sky turns blue

Like it always does

But it doesn't mean

What it used to

Maybe love isn't leaving

Maybe it's all the things

That stay behind

The broken light

The folded page

The birds that won't be quiet

At 4 AM

I heard them again today

Singing outside my window

And for a second

I almost turned around

To tell you