Slowly stirring from slumber deep

Open eyes, adjust to the dawn’s light

Lazily stretching limbs, emerging from under covers

Reaching over, his spot is empty and cool to the touch

How long has he been awake and gone?

 

Thinking he’s so sweet to let me continue my dreams

Hearing signs of life outside bedroom

Reaching for robe, sliding toes into slippers

Shuffling along, greeted by his smiling face and embrace

A kiss on the cheek as I’m handed a cup of coffee

 

Good morning my darling he says