rough edges

(my photo)

scraping the last

crumb from the plate

and downing the last

inch of coffee

everything else is quiet
and she is still asleep
( I smile in a
  luminous silence )

the sunrise is beautiful...
a fog hovers over the pond
and drifts through the trees

  I wonder why all of this
  has to end

  are we already in the midst
  of our smooth transition
  from vibrancy to decay

  or is this still 
  the beginning

no matter what, the fog will
disappear
and its inevitable that this
sunrise will become noon

she will gather up her dreams
and awaken
and we will love again where
we left off

things will end as they're
supposed to, I suppose

one way or the other
there will be some
rough edges