where you are

the quiet morning,
the grey sky,
cool and soft as
it appears
through the window.
no noise of sunlight,
no phone
the computer silent
and black.
you could lie
here for hours
upon the couch,
watching
the tops of trees
bend, releasing
what leaves
are left from summer,
you could
linger in the memory
of what was,
but you won't.
this is where you
want to be.