May 9, 2008

Poem



Morning

I roll over in bed and smile at you.
You are still sleeping with the light of the rising sun whispering across your face.
It seems too bright to sleep through
But you do

I put my arms around you, but you roll away in your sleep
I think about all the hidden meanings that could have
I decide you are just tired

I slide my feet out of the sheets and onto the cold floor
It is cold even on summer mornings
Sometimes it is a comfort
Not today

I make you coffee
Humming love songs
Force a smile

I walk up the stairs
Put my hand on the handle of the door
It is locked

I drink the too bitter coffee
I can't believe you like it this way

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