Gone moment

The morning was breaking, with the fresh touch of dew still on the leaves.
Birds already singing, waking up from their dreaming, woke him from his.
With heavy heart he looked over the empty bed, the quiet house, and breathed.
The monotonous routine once again, reminding him of what he missed.

Ready for work he was, and grabbed a coffee while looking at the paper.
Nothing on the first page was enough to hold his interest for long.
He looked at the other empty coffee mugs and thought of her,
The memories bringing back the pain of what was already gone.

Who could understand the reasons, or forgive what was said or unsaid.
Once a moment is gone, there is no sense in trying to relive it.
The way she worried about him, her sweet kiss, and he neglected that.
Now their time was gone, and he couldn’t come to terms with it.

The work was done mechanically; he could laugh at a joke or two.
He even wished more work, extend his hours - to go home he dreaded.
But eventually it was time, and the sun would be followed by the moon,
To which he would stare, wondering once more to where he was heading.