Sunday Morning Poem by Jonathan Banuelos

I wake up, the air is brisk
You’re gone but the marks remain on my back
Images of you relapse in my mind
The cold water cleanses my soul
Feel like I’ve just ran a marathon in summer heat
I can’t go back to sleep
Images of you are burned into my eyes
Mind blown by the unpredictable
Your curves were beyond numbers
I’ve just witnessed one of god’s wonders
Your goose bumps left imprints on me
Eating cereal with orange juice
I’ve already spilt it twice
I can still hear you
You trembled like a nervous bundle
I know now why you left
I know that we are both stranded on this Sunday morning