It's a sleepy kind of missing you

I wake up in the morning
And the sunlight coming through
My windows
Reminds me of the first time you said
I love you
And the dust particles
Floated between our
brown speckled eyes
I should have known

Evening tiredness
Reminds me of the first time I knew
I was in love with you
And you asked me how I was
In your mother's backyard
And the sunlight hit
Your brown speckled eyes
I should have known

I go to sleep at night
And the moon reminds me
Of the time we stood
Outside your house
And you told me
How we'd always be seeing the
Same moon
And how it'd always be the size
Of the tip of my thumb
I should have known

A sleepy kind of missing you
a longing that never quite dissipates
Kind of like being stuck
Between being awake
And being asleep