It's Mornings.. Poem by emma 532

it's the mornings that I miss you the most

the first thing I see when I open my eyes
or when I turn over on my side
and you curl around behind me
nuzzling me... turning me on
before I'm even fully awake..

mid-morning.. you are looking for new leaves..
I'm thinking about what to make for breakfast
something sweet? or something savoury?
sliced bananas on cinnamon french toast..
coffee..
easy mornings where it's just you and me

first Saturday that you are gone..
just two more 'til I see you again