Tendrils

The taste is different today
Colors a different taint
When I crawled out of bed on the wrong side
I didn’t know how much I’d miss you

Struggling with an idea
Trying to put down words
Sometimes you have to walk away
But there’s a line I like so I must stay

There’s a shadow of an idea
Lurking about
So with bated breath and furtive glances
I reach and grasp a tendril from the ether