APRIL

I woke up next to April, on Sunday morning, with no warning
As quiet as a dream, she lay beside me, not afraid to touch me

In her eyes I could see the sunrise

We didn’t talk too much, I didn’t need to explain myself to her
Her voice was sweet, and her skin was soft, but now she’s lost

In her eyes, I could see the sunrise
Maybe in time, I could be hers, and she could be mine

I woke up next to April, on Sunday morning, with no warning