In the Morning

Joy comes

Like the brightness

Of your smile

It cannot be dimmed

By time or faded memories.

It comes

Like a flash

Of red in the corner

Of my eye

In those moments,

You are with me.

Joy comes

When I need it

Most…in the worst way

It’s like a hug from you

Or your laughter

in my ear.

Mourning cannot steal

The joy

You embroidered onto my existence.