Coffee and kisses

Day 1. Prompt: Write a new day poem. 

Well we got it wrong again,
another day in ashes,
silent glares and angry flashes,
so little said, so much to say,
our fears and flaws won,
and we lost the day.

So we sit, alone again,
watching our different views
of the same old evening news,
waiting for the sun to rise
on our second, and third,
and three thousandth tries.

But when you ask if I believe
we stand a chance to get it right
no matter how we spent the night,
I will remind you of the dawn,
of the coffee and the kisses,
and the dewdrops on the lawn.

What do you think?

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