30 in 30: Day 2

Prompt: write a poem that begins with you waking up.

Form: abababcc, no meter

Down my face, a sweat bead slips,
A moistened trail, a salty stain.
An ardent smile, brown hair to miss,
So surreal and full of pain.
A jolt of life as her hair flips,
Lucid à lonely once again.
Too many times, this splendid love
Is day's first blush, too quickly snubbed.