Morning, Mourning, Moorning…

Is there even a difference between the three? Morning, Mourning, Moorning… I like to think there is. Although between 12 a.m. and 11 a.m. they feel the same. The sky is Black and so am I. They say a lonely person mourns, but I call it patient thinking and validating. Weighing out my options. So, this morning, like any other, I woke up. And tonight, like every one, I will go to sleep mourning for the morning as a moor.