‘It was an early morning yesterday, I was up before the dawn’

You promised me nothing

So I gave you my everything.

But when the clock chimed you dashed because you had dined,

You had hit it so you thought it best to quit it.

.

Yes, I awoke and wondered where you were,

The mystery boy from the night before,

Destined to remain an enigma

In yellow street light.

.

My mornings couldn’t be for you,

For all of you,

One and the same,

The boys my mother warned me about.

.

Not anymore.

.

I found yoga, read, ran, sprinted

Towards another type of person

That I wanted to be,

Because then, perhaps, you could love me

Without the need to leave me.

Letters to Euturpe writing challenge

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