NaPoWriMo Day 6 : Lover's Monday Morning Au bade

It has been years since we have carved our names on the Oak tree behind Nana’s Art Shack.

Half-awake.

Both night and day begin to sing on a Monday morning as we approach dawn.

Lovers begin to fade.

Serenade me

I au bade you

I leave bits of me everywhere

I walk on the broken images you made me think were you.

Because, we have been living in sin.

Lovers that never really loved each other just the thought of one another

Separating at dawn.

The cock crows. Again and again and they carry no shame.

Follow the sun

With your unhappy shadow.

Serenade me

I au bade you

On a Monday morning, lover.